Annabel was alone in the room, deep in thoughts about her feelings, confused as to whom she wants to be with. Pinning for her lover whom she misses dearly and cursing herself for having such a miserable fate.
Why was she so low in status that I can't fight for my love? Why did she have to be a pet and him a Wolf? If only she had the guts to voice out her feelings. Why was her life this way? Always so complicated.
She questioned herself as she cried. She was so angry that Mackie couldn't fight for their love and memories they shared. A Wolf was supposed to be so brave and courageous.
You are such a weakling Mackie.
