send ☼ to hear the words that my muse would whisper to yoursonly when they're fast asleep.
With narrowed eyes and an edge of hesitation, Isaac approached the form of an unlikely ally as he lay unconscious on his couch, of all places. Isaac wasn’t sure what possessed him to agree to the teenager’s ridiculous offer of joining his pack, but here they were— Isaac unable to sleep for fear of waking with a slit throat, and Ethan sleeping as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
The contrast was startling.
But he had to admit it was nice having someone else take up residence in his far-too-empty apartment. Even if that someone was one of the main players in the death of his two best friends. Isaac knew enough about loss to know that it changed someone— for good. This Ethan was nothing like the old Ethan. But that didn’t mean he’d make Ethan’s transition into a full-time member of his pack any easier.
❝ Maybe one day I’ll forgive you. ❞