Chapter 59:

ZEKE.

I am sitting in my office, still mulling about my present state of life, the window stares back at me, a can of beer sits on the table, but right now, it’s as though I don’t itch for that.

My body itch for something- or rather someone, someone whose mouth is too sharp, someone who I dream about every fucking day.

The room feels chilling, and for a minute I look around, maybe expecting to see her, what a fool I am.

The door chimes open and Gus walks in with a stack of folders, he places them on the table with a thud. “Here.”

My head is throbbing hard. “Do I really have to stamp all this?” I am annoyed. “Can’t Logan do all this? Besides, where is Logan?”

Gus scratches his head, his face morphed into an apologetic smile. “I have no idea, but presently, he’s as swamped as you are.”

I sigh, staring at the papers that lined up the table. Now everything just feels so hard, with the present threat of the pack, the council’s constant complaining and finally, Astrid.

I just want to forget