Chapter 113 Lachlan

• I was tired. Sleep rarely found me, and despite it now being what I assumed was likely early evening I was laid upon the bed within the cabin staring up at the now familiar ceiling. I should be out enjoying a run, or cooking dinner, anything but lounging around doing nothing, but instead here I was, wanting to try to sleep again because I felt I was becoming weaker as the days went on. This was never a good position for a werewolf to be in.
• This was what more of my days were becoming. Days merged into one another, as did the hours now. The only way I could differentiate between day and night was the colour of the sky outside. My sleep pattern was fucked so I simply slept when I could, which was less and less of late; creating an ever increasingly tireder version of myself. Tired and weaker.
• I was slowly losing any will to live, and I feared that could be because Seren was gone. I had fucked up, and I had fucked up big time. But, I was scared it may be too late to fix it. From what Colton had told me around pack he had heard she was happy in her new home, in her new school. Of course she was. This was what she had wanted. Besides, this was Seren. Everyone took to her so easily, she was sunshine in a dark room. Lightness…