**Rosalie’s POV
After the night I spent with Ethan, I had expected to see him again, but I didn’t.
He never once came to visit. There was no compassion, no concern, no want or desire from him.
I was nothing more than a task – a tool he needed.
I was sure how I was going to be able to get past all the waiting, but, eventually, I found small ways to entertain myself. Art had become a big one, and when Vicky realized I loved to paint and draw, she made sure I had everything set up in my own private art studio — considering the music room was off limits for the time being.
Days turned into weeks, and, before I knew it, I began to lose track of time.
The vast green fields around the Drogomor pack were beautiful. The peaceful village could be seen from the pack house, and the golden sunshine made everything seem upbeat and hopeful.
I loved to draw the sunny sky the most — it reminded me of his clear blue eyes.
