[ Old world - Blackmoon Pack ]
Lyla reluctantly completed the rest of her journey back home.
Her heart felt heavier than her body could carry, and her head spun with a million tangled thoughts.
"Why does it feel like every choice I make only breeds more sorrow? Everything I do… every step I take…every breath feels wrong!!! "
She closed her eyes briefly as her attendants bowed once she reached her chambers…their worried gazes travelled all over her exhausted form…their unspoken words grazed her ears like whispers she could not endure.
She lifted a hand, dismissing them with a faint wave.
"No more tonight…inform Beta Dax…He should follow up with the Alpha and his injuries…do not trouble me anymore…I just want to rest a little…and sleep…may be…," she murmured, her voice softer than usual, frayed at the edges.
The maids bowed and immediately scattered.
