Luca
I watch as Geneva walks away from me again but this time I don’t go after her. The pain her words caused me has made me numb. I am glued to the place where I am standing near the old gazebo, the faint afternoon sun casting orange hues all around me as she leaves me forever. The world seems on fire, but inside me the arctic cold doesn’t let this fire reach me.
I thought I was strong and that I didn’t care in the slightest about love. My life has always had its purpose, a straight line I’ve been following to perfection ever since I stepped foot at the Redwind Wolves’ pack house at nine years old. And then this annoying girl with her royal nose raised high in the air and her talks of impossible bonds between mates came into my life and changed everything. All I could think of in the la
