Genevieve:
"Good morning, Dad," I said as I sat down at the breakfast table, greeting my father. All the chairs around us were now empty, and even Monique wasn't present in the morning.
The night had been disturbing; I kept hearing howls in the distance and had nightmares. Everything in my life had fallen apart now. My mates were oblivious to my pain, and in fact, only two of them were left. It seemed that neither Bellamy nor Emre had tried contacting me again.
"Dad?" I asked again when I noticed how zoned out he was. He shook himself out of whatever thoughts were occupying him and then raised his head to look at me, giving me a smile.
"Good morning," the comfort in his voice was strange. I had never heard him be so polite with me. Usually, the sweetness in his voice sounded fake.
"Mo
