Dahlia

I'm tired of secrets. Tired of lying ex-mates and complicated pack members. 

Will I ever get rest?

I don't have the answer and pad over to my ped, hoping it will solve things. I curl up with my clothes on, dragging the covers over my chest, and then I pretend the dark isn't listening. 

At some point, I must have closed my eyes. Just for a moment until it became long enough to dream and then wake up and realize I’m still in the same nightmare.

The room ...