Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 136

Annette’s POV:

I was returning to my daily life all of my responsibilities, and my duties came back like riding

a bike. My body was slowly going back at ease I found myself smiling more, and talking more.

Still, the scars remain from everything I still look at over my shoulder. I still second–guess people around me. I didn’t give everything away and I watched who I spoke in front of. Part of me felt like this was some ugly lesson. I had to learn that not everybody was good and that dreaming up wonderful fantasies couldn’t protect you. I now saw the world a little darker I

saw that horrible side of people that you want to overlook. That greediness that we all went about our lives sidestepping. If we didn’t look it in the eyes, it wasn’t there, right?

I still couldn’t talk to Grayson in my mind everything that had come so easily to us now took practice and mindfulness. I found myself agitated that we had been set back yet again and I was frustrated he couldn’t tell me exactly what I needed.

I knew this was how everybody else lived but I still hated it I wanted my relationship back the one I knew where he never left me, always there, fingertips brushing infinitely.

We were going to attempt to connect me to seraphine with a moon pool ritual, wolf disconnection wasn’t often heard of and the elders hadn’t ever performed this ritual. It was unnatural to be separated from your wolf like this. It was heinous.

allowing all these rogues and his ingenuity as well as his kindness Grace may still hide it, but he

young girl who had taken in with her brother she was preparing for her newborn to come into the world. Enviously watching as she prepared her nursery, as folded

big he was how to him. I was still

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when I couldn’t calm him and Grayson. he knew what he liked what set him at ease. He knew what foods

into his mouth, it made my heart hurt. I was supposed to have done this myself and experienced this together instead, I felt so detached no matter what I did part of

that we had spent so much time apart. Time

he was older? Would there always be

young innocent who had already gone through something horrible and part of me would hate her because even though she had survived she still got him

had this part that was so frustrated so agonized. It was childish it was temperamental and I had never been those things naive yes, foolish yes, but never wanting for things

composure and my sanity. I would act in my head the way I did in public with Grace and understanding. I didn’t like

by going into the moon pool and I know Seraphine and I have work to do. Still, I wanted

I was lucky to be back where I was to be alive I trained and I strived and I pushed to turn back the clock to get back I had before I went away. One Look at my son and I knew

and for what he had taken for me. I want to watch him die slowly from the

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