Protest

Lily

“Come on…” I frowned out loud. It felt like I was going to burst at the seams at any moment and I hated it to the core.

Pacing in the privacy of my bedroom only served to irritate me further.

I'd promised myself to not think about it, and that held true for that moment, swept up in the serenity and warmth staying in the pack’s side of the house— I liked to call it yet. Yet when I was alone it was a different story altogether. It irked and annoyed me to the core and so I looked for the nearest distraction.

One thing led to another, leading me here.

I looked at the phone, hoping and waiting for a response yet none came. The numbers themselves felt offensive.

My mom.

It was normal for me to call her at a fixed time. Most of the time it was even the other way around, with her calling me. Rarely if ever though, was her phone switched off.

That was the first kicker. I could've ignored it if not for the overarching anxiety inside me, making my mind run wild with possibi