Chapter 32 - | Fuck Not Given

The moment we got back on pack territory, Dominic closed himself in his office, needing that privacy to fight off the memories haunting him and the grey cloud that seemed to be hanging over him. Yeah, he was a brooder. It wasn't the memory of his uncle being severely wounded that haunted him. Nor was it the memory of how many suddenly turned against him just like that. It was a memory of something far worse, something that he shouldn't be able to shove to the back of his mind to only haunt him from time to time. But he wasn't a person who 'felt' the way everybody else did. He knew instincts, he knew urges, he knew logic, but 'feelings'… not so much.