After leaving the guest house, Felix went straight to his room. He didn't even feel like going to his pottery workshop, even though it usually helped him clear his mind when he had a lot to think about. He just picked Vivi up from the nanny, went to his room, and threw himself on the bed to stare blankly at the ceiling.
That wasn't how it all was supposed to go.
Felix didn't have any high expectations. He had never hoped for much. Unless being able to have a peaceful and quiet life was considered 'much'. But that was all that he really wanted. He didn't want to be a Luna of any pack. He didn't wish for status, power, or money. He didn't care for his father's approval either…
