Beatrice POV
Why do I keep hoping that I’ll be loved for who I truly am? My flaws, my worst moments—why do I foolishly hold onto this hope? Maybe it’s because I’ve seen what real love can be. I watched my sister, Celeste, and her mate, August, stand side by side in the face of everything, their bond stronger than anything. They knew that love wasn’t about a guarantee of pups or some ideal future. Love was the glue that held them together through every trial, every joy. It was what made everything make sense.
My father… oh, how he loves my mother. I’ve watched him adore her for as long as I can remember, showing her that he can’t breathe without her. His every gesture, every word, wrapped around her heart. He proves, day after day, that her love is his life force. Growing up, that’s all I
