*Alpha Barrett*

The room had grown awkwardly quiet after Micaela left. I thought having Priscilla by my side would make things better but instead, the silence between us felt heavier than my wounds. She was here, yes but she wasn’t with me. It was as if she were forced to be here.

"So, how are you doing?" I tried initiating a conversation because the silence was getting heavier.

Priscilla lifted her eyes from her phone and glanced at me, folding her hands.

"Except for that witch showing her ...