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[thewolfinside]

The bedroom is dark, only a slight bit of light from the sliver of moon shining through the window. The door is shut, but unlocked and the only other people in the house were Jase, Zane and a sleeping Ella.

He sits in the window seat, phone clutched in his hand. He'd left four messages for Betsy, but she hadn't returned his calls yet, and Gabe was still off somewhere. Staring out the window, barely blinking as he waited for the phone to ring.

Numb. That's what he was, numb. Not cold, or angry, or upset. Numb. Like some important part of him had been shut off or died.