Olivia's POV
Tears gathered in my eyes as I slowly packed my things into the traveling bag.
Every shirt I folded felt like another goodbye.
Every dress I placed inside felt like I was cutting another piece of myself away.
My wolf was silent.
Too silent.
But deep down, I could feel her anger.
She hated this.
She hated that I was walking away.
She hated that I was letting them go so easily.
And the worst part?
So did I.
I kept waiting.
Waiting for footsteps outside my door.
Waiting for Lennox to burst in.
Waiting for Levi to shout.
Waiting for Louis to knock.
I wanted them to stop me.
To tell me this was a mistake.
To tell me they wouldn't let me leave.
They were supposed to fight for me.
I squeezed a shirt in my hands until the fabric wrinkled.
"Damn it," I whispered, my voice breaking.
"Why aren't you fighting for me?"
Inside me, my wolf scoffed.
Cowards, she snarled bitterly. All of them.
Then she shut herself away from me completely.
Great.
