“What is happening? This isn’t real. It can't be real,” I whispered to the empty, sterile air of Theon’s bedroom. My hands weren't just shaking; they were vibrating with a primal, jagged panic that made my skin crawl.
I began to pace the small square of hardwood, my mind racing through every memory of the last few months like a film reel being played at triple speed. I replayed every touch, every lingering look, every dark promise whispered against my skin in the dead of night. As the fog of lust finally began to lift, I saw the signs, they were everywhere, hidden in plain sight. The way they never spoke of the future. The way they handled pack business with a cold, detached efficiency, as if they were merely balancing a ledger they intended to close. They had always planned to leave. Fro
