MARIE
My brother had chased his fated mate, Livia out of the house like she was nothing. Like she didn’t matter. He had slammed the door on her pain and walked away from it with his head high.
And I hated that, so we stayed.
We found her an apartment in this pack close enough that she wouldn’t feel abandoned again, far enough that my brother wouldn’t storm in and make things worse.
She wasn’t going to leave him. I knew that the moment I saw the way her eyes still searched for him in every crowd. And I wasn’t going to leave her either.
My brother had refused to leave this pack. So we were stuck here. All of us. Like claws dug into concrete.
Today was supposed to be easy.
She said she wanted to see someone. She didn’t say who. I didn’t ask. I didn’t care. Whatever helped her breathe
