POV (ALEC)
The soft pattering of rain had begun to fall and I was becoming consumed by watching it drip off the leaves and streak the windows outside. It had only been a few hours since I left her, and I had wanted more than anything to tell her the truth, but even if we had not been interrupted now was the wrong time.
I could hear the whimpers and cries of the wolves, as I stood outside the door. I did not want to go in. I did not want to see the mistakes I had made and the ramifications of them. The paperwork and files would most likely say it was not my fault, but I would never believe that. I knew what lay before me, in the next room, was my doing. My arrogance, my brash will to prove a point, had caused me to not listen and Abelia did not deserve to have a mate that had done s
