Lycan’s POV
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Her face didn’t change. That was the first thing that stayed with me after I left her.
Not her words.
Not the way she stood her ground.
Not even the way she demanded proof like she had the right to question me. It was her face.
Still.
Steady.
Unafraid.
Not a flicker of guilt.
I moved through the forest without direction, branches snapping underfoot as my pace picked up. The night swallowed everything but not the memory of her.
Not the way she looked at me. Like I was the one on trial.
My jaw tightened. “She should have reacted.”
My wolf didn’t answer.
Again.
That silence was starting to feel deliberate.
Like he knew something I didn’t.
I saw it again.
Not her.
The fire.
It came without warning, dragging me back before I could stop it.
Flames licking throu
