A sliver of hope pierces through my fears. Could we be fated? That was a teenage fantasy I discarded years ago, even though part of me still yearns for it. Wolves aren’t mated to humans. That’s what I’ve heard all my life.
But Theron’s voice drips with disgust as he responds to something Luke said, something I was too distracted to hear. “Because I don’t like hearing her mentioned. And I don’t understand why you think I’d be interested in her. Have you seen her? In a crowded room, she’d be invisible: no curves, no looks, no personality. She’s as compelling as f*****g wallpaper.”
The air whooshes out of my lungs. Tears well up, blurring my vision. All these years, all the moments we shared...it was all a lie. He hates how I look? He hates me?
My lifelong insecurities come rushing back, c
