Chapter 118: What Can I Do?
Tara’s POV
I found Hendrix the next day in the library. It seemed like he came here often, only because no one else did. When I asked him once why he often prefered to sit alone, he said that it was because there were lesser voices when he was alone.
It made me realize then that the blessing I had thought his gift was, was also as much of a curse on him that anything else. He had told me that despite having lived with the gift for so long, sometimes when he was tired or anxious or worried, the block that he had managed to put on his mind broke. Then, everyone’s thoughts—good, bad, or worse—would appear.
All that fear, worry, joy, happiness, anger and pain I would never be able to feel through the bond of being Luna. I could feel their emotions, yes, but to feel their emotions and to hear the things that they thought not only about themselves, but about the pack…there was a newfound respect for the man in front of me.