**Xavier**
The moment I turned her face to mine, a sharp, familiar scent sliced through the air—one that twisted my gut and froze my blood.
I stared at her. Helena. Elena’s sister.
No. That couldn’t be right. It shouldn’t be. But everything in me said otherwise.
The scent… Bira stirred every time she came near. I kept pushing it aside, telling myself I was just confused, grieving, holding on to what I thought was real.
But today, there was no denying it.
I’d been wrong all along.
“It was you,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.
The scent didn’t lie. But the bond and my wolf couldn't have been mistaken.
I clenched my fists. “You deceived me,” I said, needing something—anything—to make this feel less like my fault.
But it was my fault.
I screwed up.
I fell for someone else
