69. Impossible

Theon.

Time goes on, one day, two more days, and Callista lays abed. The marks on her skin fade by the day, but I can still see them as bright as the day they were inflicted on her.

The more Callista lies unconscious, the more I loathe myself. I take to neglecting my own health as a way of punishing myself subconsciously, and only realize this when my Beta and Gamma come storming into the hospital room to inform me that I’d missed more than four meals and had not gotten any sleep.

“You can keep doing this to yourself, Theon.” Kellin chides as he manhandles me out of the hospital room into the hospital cafeteria. “Don’t think we don’t see what you’re doing here. I understand how painful this much be for you, but it’s no reason to treat yourself like shit.”

“I deserve worse. She’s there on that bed because of me. I put her there.”

“Punishing yourself is the worst way to do that.” Kellin’s tone is fatherly, like he’s talking to one of his kids more than his Alpha. “I know you’re tempted