Fiona
Ethan’s hopeful gaze makes my heart ache, like something is pressing down on my chest in an attempt to crush my ribcage.
Nevertheless, I know what my next step is. No matter how I badly want this relationship to happen, I can’t be with him knowing it could end in pain. There are so many unknown elements waiting in the future that are too large for me to push past.
There’s also no guarantee that Ethan will be able to get his people to accept me, especially if he becomes a King like he’s planning.
If that happens, I would be a, what? Princess? Queen? I couldn’t handle being a figure of such high authority, and that’s only if Ethan’s pack and the rest of the Lycans can accept me, which seems unlikely.
“Ethan,” I murmur, sliding his hands off my arms. Again, I move back, my heart
