Chapter Thirty-Two: The Space Between
Isaiah's POV
The past five and a half months have been hell.
That's not an exaggeration or a dramatic attempt to make myself feel better about how much I've been struggling—it's just the truth. The moment Savannah stepped through that portal towards Orion, it was like a part of me was ripped away, and I haven't been able to fully recover since. It was like going through Alicia's death all over again, but probably three times worse. Why? I have no clue since the bond hasn't even snapped, but every day without Savannah is like a day of dread.
Not that I'd ever admit that out loud. At least, not to anyone but my wolf, Kaelan, who's been an absolute bastard about the whole thing.
She's ours, Kaelan growled in my head for the hundredth time today
