Amelie emptied the bags and went to the washroom. As she washed her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. She gazed at the pendant on her neck and held it. "No matter what Gabriel says, I am dependent on the others. Why am I weak?" Water droplets trickled down from her forehead to her cheeks to her chin.
Grabbing the towel from the cabinet, and dabbed it across her face. In the beginning, when she ran away from her pack, she had decided a lot of things from becoming stronger to becoming independant.
If Gabriel hadn't come in her life, she would have to protect her and Noa alone. With him by her side, everything was easy, but she felt she was too dependant on him. For everything.
Exiting the washroom, she let the towel hang on the chair and sat on the bed. Her eyes moved to the door, feeling the musky scent that started to spread across the room.
Gabriel was on the door and walked in, shutting it behind him.
"You can lay on the bed," Gabriel suggested.
