Chapter thirty three
(Matthew's POV)
It's been a whole day since I saw Cassandra and my worry hasn't subsided, quite the contrary.
I couldn't sleep at all last night as I had been too busy tossing, turning and sometimes pacing in constant worry.
The conversation I had with my mother when I had returned from her school flashes through my mind and I groan at my own forgetfulness.
*Flashback*
"So how did it go?" She asked just as I stepped past the last row of trees before the pack land came into view.
Seems she had been waiting for me.
"She didn't really welcome me with open arms," I said with light sarcasm but my heart was still hurting.
Mom scoffed. "Well, that was expected. If she had forgiven you so easily, I would have been suspicious."
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to deal with her cheekiness. I missed her but I needed to keep myself busy with pack duties that were likely to be waiting for me on my desk.
I fastened my steps and I heard her release a snort behind me.