Jason’s POV
The Alpha meeting had been dragging on more than usual, which was saying something, because they usually felt like torture. Today’s lead speaker was standing at the podium, droning on about pack territories or something; I wasn’t really paying attention, and I hadn’t been all morning. I had spent the entire meeting sitting in the back row, barely paying attention, nursing a headache from the night before.
Jessica and I had gotten into another fight last night. Something about me not paying enough attention to her. I couldn't even remember the details anymore; every argument blurred into the next until my life felt like it was just one big fight.
All I knew was that I was tired. Tired of the fighting. Tired of pretending I was happy. Tired of waking up every morning
