Book 16: Who's to Blame?

Lexa

I slept an entire day away. I couldn’t bring myself to even attempt to get out of bed. It wasn’t a weakness in my body–nothing sore or aching. I’ve always lived and loved routines. I feel my best when I know exactly what a day will bring–or at least should bring. But lately, everything has been so upside down. My spirit is shattered, and there’s nothing I can do to fix it other than succumb to the fatigue that’s been draining me for weeks without my wolf to help keep me balanced.

So, I laid in Kaleb’s bed, surrounded by his scent, watching the sunlight play over the ceiling, watching the shadows creep in as the sun began its slow descent back toward the horizon–another day passing, another day further from home. Another day with too many questions and far too little answers.

I allowed myself to think about Chessie. I mapped her from memory,