#Chapter115
ALESSANDRO'S POV
I had locked everyone out of my room barricading myself inside, I stop going to pack meetings, nor had I done any training in weeks. My entire life had now become a cycle of crying myself to sleep, waking up to realizing all my nightmares were real, destroying my room in rage and then breaking down only to cry myself back to sleep again.
I wipe away the tears that stream down my face as I drag myself from the floor and onto the shredded mattress that once made up my bed.
/"Alessandro!/" I hear a voice calling me but I ignore it like I have been doing the others. My door had mountains of furniture piled up against it and boards nailed across so no one could get in.
/"Alessandro!/" I pull the duvet over my head
