Ankyra Sound A place for my head.

And just like that, he was gone. Yami sat there, staring after him as he retreated, presumably to go after Rosalyn. Her anger burned hot and wild, but was extinguished as soon as he was out of sight. Hurt replaced it. Hurt and that horrible, awful feeling that Tru had once made her feel. That her sisters had made her feel, and that her parents had made her feel.

Second best. Never important enough. No matter what she did, how close she came. Always in the shadow of someone else that was more worth their time, their attention. Their love.

Yami didn’t follow him. She left the cave and slipped out of the grotto in the opposite direction. She wanted nothing to do with him, the pack, any of it.

His kids?