{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
I wasn’t sure if it was just the hormones or the fact that we managed to repair our bond, but I felt like I was unraveling a bit without Wyatt for the past three days. It’s only been two days since his clone showed up out of nowhere, and I was already full of regret about going along with his stupid clone plan. Aside from the select few that were in on the plan, all of the pack members were none the wiser that this thing was an imposter.
The thing that I hated the most was when it came to being intimate with it. It felt like I was stuck on a carousel with brightly painted horses that weren’t real, going round and round in circles. It wasn’t Wyatt—no matter how much it sounded like, looked like, and acted like him. I was fighting tooth and na
