Ren’s POV
When I get back to my room, Archer is there.
Seeing him again floods me with more emotions than I expected, and I’m forced to shuffle past him, determined not to let him see my tears. I reach for my suitcase and start to pack for my journey home, not saying a word to him.
Really, what is there to say?
I was supposed to be with him. He’s my true mate, and I’m his. The part of me I want to be—the part of me I’m proud of—is my wolf half, not my vamp half.
If I had only seen that, maybe I wouldn’t be so miserable right now.
“I’m sorry,” he says, catching my arm with his hand. “Ren… I’m sorry.”
I stop packing, turning carefully to look at him. “Sorry for what?”
“For giving you an ultimatum. For telling you I hope he breaks your heart. I can see that he has, and I realize n
