Quirin

The entire ride home, Kennedy mentally shut me out. I don’t know if it’s as hard for her as it is for me. I keep the link between us closed all the time and she’s never said anything about it. But for me, it feels like torture.

I can smell the salt of her tears, see her quickly brushing away any evidence of her sadness and by the time we get back to the pack, I can’t take it anymore. I have no idea what’s wrong and it’s killing me. I can’t fix it, I can’t make her happy, ...