Page 233 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“I think I’m going to go nap,” I said, yawning.

“Violet’s almost out of her therapy session. I’m going to go pick her up so we can eat,” Chris stood and left moments later.

“I guess I’ll go back to work,” Cory huffed.

“Needing a vacation there, brother?” I asked, picking up my plate and cleaning my area of the table with a napkin.

“Or two, or three,” he laughed. “I would settle for a weekend where I don’t have to work. It hasn’t been any of the last five.”

“Well, you can always come nap with me,” I offered, standing up with my trash once I was done.

“Another day, maybe. I have to run into the main office after lunch tomorrow to sign a bunch of paperwork and check a few things, so I need to catch up on work before I do.”

“Sucks to be you. I’m going to enjoy being unburdened for the next few months.”

I walked toward the elevator laughing at the pout on Cory’s face. By the time I got up to my room, though, I already felt like I was dead on my feet.

Coyo, please talk to me,I asked my wolf, who I couldn’t even tell if she was breathing or not lately.

I—No energy. Must sleep.

That wasn’t normal. No matter what Dr. Roswell said. Coyo wasn’t even that lethargic when we lost our pup and our piss-poor excuse of a mate. I hoped I got some answers soon.

“So, how does this work?” I asked Dr. Campbell as I squirmed on the couch in her office. I knew I needed to be here, but it felt very awkward.

“This is your hour. You can start anywhere you’d like and we can go from there. Everyone’s therapy needs are different, and I can’t assess the best way to help you until we talk,” Dr. Campbell answered in a soothing voice that did nothing to soothe my nerves.

I hadn’t told anyone everything that happened. They just had bits and pieces of a bigger shit show of a puzzle, because I felt fucking weak knowing everything I let that family do to me.

“Okay,” I replied awkwardly, and then we lapsed into silence.

“Why don’t you start by telling me why you think you need these sessions?” she prompted.

She looked unconcerned with the way I was acting, which I hope meant it was normal to be this nervous to see a therapist. I took a deep breath in and decided what the hell. She wasn’t allowed to tell anyone, right?

“I was mated to a terrible person who treated me worse than dirt, and it made me so distrustful, that I pushed away the father of my pups, even though I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him even after having broken up for almost two months now.” I shot off, taking another deep breath before I continued.

“My mother-in-law was working for someone that wants my family dead, and all werewolves enslaved and killed or some shit like that. In her efforts to kill me, she ripped open a portal to a prison plane and let rogues escape, causing over two hundred and fifty of my pack members to die, all so her son, my mate, could kill me. I killed him instead, and I lost my pup. Two weeks ago, she almost killed my adopted pup, and the only way to save him was to give him to the guardian of the prison plane, so she could use her magic to save him. But, it means I’ll never be able to see him again. I did manage to kill my mother-in-law finally, so that’s alright.” I finished my ramble with a shrug and expelled a breath of relief.

Violet was right, just saying it out loud was already helping. Dr. Campbell’s eyes were bugging out of her head, though, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Welcome to my life, Doc,I thought.

“Sorry.” She composed herself, blushing. “Tha-That was a lot. How are you feeling about it all, right at this moment?”

“I’m sad. I miss my pup. I miss my person. I worked very hard to keep my pack afloat, just to see it crash and burn,” I answered, looking down. “And, I’m worried about Coyo and my pups.”

“Coyo is your wolf?”

“Yes.”

“What’s going on with her?”

“She’s been lethargic since we left the pack grounds to come here. She can’t even talk in full sentences, anymore. She has no energy. I have no energy either. By lunchtime, I pretty much collapse,” I explained.

“Do you think she’s depressed?” Dr. Campbell asked, putting her pen down on the coffee table with her pad and giving me her undivided attention.

“She was depressed when we lost our pup and our mate. This goes far beyond that. I-I feel like she’s dying,” I admitted for the first time.

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