85 Contemplations

~Justin~

After Harper had made her request and left my office, I was relieved that she understood my need for space. However, there was a troubling sensation deep within my soul, and it was undoubtedly connected to Sophia. The haunted look in her eyes spoke volumes. I was unsure of how to make things right, but I couldn't ignore the overwhelming urge to care for and protect her, a feeling that had gripped me since I first held her at the warehouse. She had endured so much, and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her to heal on her own. Nevertheless, reconciling this newfound sense of responsibility toward Sophia with what Harper had just asked of me posed an internal dilemma.

I was acutely aware that Harper needed an answer, and the determination in my cousin's eyes suggested she might take matters into her own hands if I didn't assist. The weight of it all overwhelmed me. Ever since I took on the role of alpha in Grizlo at my father's behest, with the sole purpose of aiding and p