Dolton POV
Regret weighs heavily on me for even considering leaving her.
I nod, exhaling as though releasing the weight I’ve carried. “I’ve decided. I’ll stay. I’ll figure out how to make this work,” I vow, though the path ahead feels uncertain. Leaning forward, my lips brush against hers, soft and searching. Her warmth fills me, pulling me deeper into her. Our lips move together in a rhythm so familiar it feels like coming home. A groan escapes me as desire flares to life, but I pull back, stopping myself before the moment consumes us both.
“Later,” I murmur with a small smile, my fingers brushing along her cheek. “I need to return to my pack and set things in order so I can leave.” The thought of choosing someone to take my place weighs heavily on my mind. Who can I trust to lead in m
