(Darius)
Leaving Emma was the last thing I wanted to do.
She was carrying my pup, and with everything we had been through, I hated the thought of being away from her. The idea made my chest tight, and I had to take a slow breath just to keep my anger in check. I knew this was important. I knew we had no choice. But that didn’t mean I liked it.
Silas was right—if we didn’t fix this, our bond would fade. I didn’t know what that would feel like, and I didn’t want to find out. I had seen Emma struggle with it, seen the way she flinched when she thought I wasn’t looking. She was already feeling the effects, and if I didn’t do something now, it would only get worse.
But leaving her? Leaving her while she was pregnant, while we were dealing with this mess? It felt wrong. It felt like I was ab
