72

Jane

I get out of bed before dawn, pacing the front yard and looking out for any sign of Vi.

I couldn’t sleep well last night. I keep having nightmares of him getting killed by the Alpha King and never coming back to me.

My repeated nightmares make me unable to sleep. I walk out of the pack house, awaiting his return, praying hard to the moon goddess that she grants me this huge favor by bringing Vishal back home to us.

But when the sun rises high up in the sky and there is still no sign of him, I lose my cool. I wail and scream out his name; I cannot hold it in anymore. He has yet to return, and there is every chance that he might have been killed already.

I am not the only one worried and hysterical; Ella is too. Even Ray is worried, but whatever agony they feel is nothing compared to the hell that has let loose in my heart.

If Vishal doesn’t return, I will end my life with my own hands. A life without Vishal is worthless. He is my air and the only reason I try so hard to be strong.