Rohan's POV
The pictures of Valerie's lifeless body flashed in my eyes, haunting me like a ghost. I couldn't shake off the image of her pale skin, her closed eyes, her still body. My mind kept replaying the scene, torturing me with the thought of what I had lost.
Days passed, but I couldn't move on. I became withdrawn, depressed, and sad. My eyes turned bloodshot from lack of sleep, and bags formed under them from crying. My once strong and confident demeanor crumbled, leaving me a shell of my former self.
I stopped taking care of myself, stopped eating, stopped showering. I just existed, going through the motions of life without any purpose. My pack tried to reach out to me, but I pushed them away. I didn't want their comfort, their sympathy. I just wanted Valerie back.
