Two months and counting. Two months ago was the last time I saw you with my eyes. Two months ago when you last shed tears. Two months ago when I broke things off with Stephanie. Two months ago with that heartbroken look in your eyes. I couldn't take it anymore.
My wolf pushed me to look for you in your room but it was locked so I snuck in from the window last week. Why does your room smell so much like the scent that night? Why does it comfort it?
Sneaking in through the window let's out too much of that scent so I stole the spare key from my dads office and I've been sleeping here ever since.
Dear Omega, Where are you?
With hate from your Future Alpha..