Thirty-three

Sylvia decided she wouldn't let her emotions show any longer, if she was in pain then she'd keep it to herself, after Nolan had spoken the heart wrenching words that he didn't care about the welfare of her pack though she had begged him to save them, she began to think of ways to murder him but not without shutting him out from her mind first.

After all the bastards as she had rightfully called all who partook in the act of making her life miserable had left, she rose from her position, she had long cleaned her tears and walked mindlessly all the way back to her room, several people who met her on the way spat at her while some still hurled stones at her and she ignored them all.

Getting to her room; it was dark already so she simply looked the door and sat at the farthest and darkest corner of the room, her life had no meaning any longer to her, she f fished out the dagger she had hidden; one Xavier had given to her to use in times of trouble.