Chapter 450: All That Was Left of Her

*** TRIGGER WARNING: DEPICTIONS OF SUICIDE/SELF HARM ***

She didn’t know how she had left the room, or climbed the stairs, or climbed the building. All she knew was that the noise was lessened here. Above the world below, the noise was almost gone.

Looking down, she wondered what she had done so wrong that her life had become what it did.

She remembered holding Roman in her arms for that brief moment after she had him. Looking into his fiery eyes and knowing he would either be the light and warmth in the darkness or burn the world to the ground.

Was finding comfort and pleasure at the Blood Moon like all the other single wolves wrong?

Was wishing to raise her child so wrong?

All she had wanted was him and the quiet.

And as the breeze moved faster along her skin and through her hair, she knew that when it stopped, she would at least have the quiet.