*George’s POV*
My steps were heavy and my heart numbed by pain as I walked to our apartment door. Could I even call it ours anymore? Miranda hadn’t truly spoken to me since we reached Cole’s pack house. She had learnt about my idiotic feelings for Phoenix, ones that now only feel like a distant memory. I couldn’t get Miranda’s eyes out of my mind as they looked at me when she found out. Hurt. We hadn’t known each other long, hadn’t had much time together, but my love for her was deep and all consuming.
Turning the door handle I slowly pushed the door open to reveal that which I hoped to call our home.
“George! Miranda, she just...”
“I know,” I said, cutting Phoenix off before she could finish.
“I’m... sorry,” she said. Her face pale and expression grim. “We shouldn’t have come. I – we
