Aysel: Waiting....

Alpha Azriel refused to accept my resignation. I stare at the heap of clothes on my bed and wonder if he would get angrier than he was when he took me to meet my brother whom my mother said was dead. A lump lodges in my throat and I try my best to not even strain my mind to think of the past — a past that I cannot remember.

I have decided to take another chance at suggesting I leave this Pack because I am sure as hell not dying because of locked memories.

“Who has the power to lock memories?” I mutter under my breath as I sit beside the open suitcase. I felt tired from the day’s work and irritated on top of that when I didn’t receive any reply to the email I had sent. I am sure Alpha has seen it, but he has refused to reply.

I have got to try again and with that determination, I stand up and pick up the laptop. However, before I can open it and type another follow-up email, there’s a knock on the door. My heart stutters.

Could this be… Alpha Azriel?

I hesitate before I hear a familiar