Cypril.
I had lost my wolf in order to save her.
That alone should have meant something, It should have counted for something but as I stood there, watching her turn her back on me without a second glance, it didn’t feel like sacrifice.
It felt like failure.
A complete, crushing failure that settled heavily in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
My fingers curled slowly at my sides as her retreating figure disappeared further into the crowd, her hand firmly held by Louis, her posture straight, her head high.
She didn’t look back, not once and somehow… that hurt more than anything else she had said.
My jaw tightened.
A dull ache spread through me, deeper than anything I had felt in years.
Then…the memories came, uninvited and unstoppable.They crashed into my mind with such force t
