Angry At Brad

As the truth of Brad's past weighed heavily on my heart, I found myself torn between my love for him and the overwhelming emotions that swirled within me. His confession had revealed a side of him I had never known, a past shrouded in darkness and painful choices.

After our conversation, I needed space to process everything. I needed to be alone with my thoughts, away from the pack, away from Brad. The weight of the secrets we had both carried had become too much to bear.

That evening, under the cover of the moonlight, I quietly left his cabin, leaving only a note for Brad on our bed. It read:

"Brad,

I need time to think and clear my head. This isn't about blame or judgment; it's about finding clarity within myself. I love you, but right now, I need space.

- Layla"

I slipped out of the cabin and made my way through the pack territory, my footsteps guided by the pale glow of the moon. The night air was cool against my skin, and the rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the fores