The blonde walked, not paying attention to where she was going. In all honesty, her eyes were third to her ears and nose. As a wolf, her nose was even more sensitive, but it worked fine enough now in human form. Still had the best nose in the Pack, even nose. The Pack...god, that made her heart sink.
Thank god she wasn't a crier because she would have been sobbing about now. Instead she walked in a haze as if she just was lost. Feet dragging, hands hanging limply at her sides. Elena was the perfect definition of a mess at the moment. The perfect picture of depression and rejection.
She had side-stepped a blond man, except her back foot knocked into him, not that she really noticed or cared. He was just another person, another someone along the way who meant little to her. Even if she wasn't entirely human, she felt the same pains as them and was in no mood to fight, but no mood to apologise for her actions. They were, in a way, justifiable. Maybe not to anyone else, but they were to her and that was good enough.