Victor’s pov
The ride back to the pack was quieter than I expected.
Michael kept his eyes on the road while I sat in the passenger seat, watching the trees blur past the window. The cabin disappeared from sight long ago, yet my mind refused to leave it.
Or rather... it refused to leave Arielle.
She had looked so peaceful lying in my bed when I left. After everything she had been through, she deserved a few hours without fear.
I almost woke her before leaving. There were too many things I wanted to ask her. Too many things we needed to understand together.
Instead, I had left a note on the bedside table.
It wasn't enough.
I should have stayed.
My wolf growled low inside me, making its displeasure known for what felt like the hundredth time since we left.
"I know," I muttered und
