Farrell's POV
Aylee pulls away even further and looks into my eyes. All her anger slowly dissolves and I see only pain in her eyes. Something that I caused her. I know it was immature of me to kill Colton like that. But I don't regret it.
"Call me whatever you want," I pause and she looks at me,"but I don't regret what I did"
Aylee throws me a look of disgust before turning around and walking away towards her pack. I don't know what I'm supposed to do next. But maybe I should come up with an explanation not just to her or my army. But to me as well.
Something in my heart says that the war actually started now. Not the war between packs but the war between two mates. Me and my mate.
I stand there for a while, trying to understand why I killed someone just because Aylee smiled at h
