The moment I step into the hall, my presence alone seems to clear the corridor. Pack members instantly step aside, their gazes lowering.
Good. I’m not in the mood for anyone’s bullshit.
Every step toward the kitchen feels heavy. All I can think about is how to make it up to her, how to explain, even though words feel pointless now.
How do I even begin to explain to her? Will she believe me? Will she understand? But I have no other f*****g choice. I refuse to lose her. Not again.
Maybe if I bring her breakfast… if she’ll just look at me, if I can just see her eyes again. Maybe I’ll know if there’s still hope.
But the moment I enter the kitchen, I freeze. Low whispers fill the room, hushed but not quiet enough. Not to my werewolf hearing, anyway.
“…she came back this morning covered in
