EDWARD’S POV
I might actually be happy and that’s somehow a dangerous thought.
There’s this feeling that never really leaves my chest. Sometimes it’s so heavy it feels like I can’t breathe.
Fear.
Pops always believed an Alpha or the son of one had no business being afraid. A leader is supposed to be fearless. Maybe that’s why we’ve never gotten along. Maybe he sees right through me.
It’s not like I don’t try to hide my fears or suppress them. The problem is that every time I start getting comfortable, every time life gives me something good, it gets taken away. Just like that. It always sends me back to that same dark room in my head—the one where I can’t picture a happy future or convince myself that peace is something I get to have.
So I stopped letting myself get too attached to a
