Armand's POV
"My Lord, we are ready."
It has been a week since Rain left and I felt nothing but hollow. That wolf could surely arise a certain kind of feeling inside me. I had been keeping myself busy with my next invasion, I was taking him back.
He left to protect me, foolishly following that arrogant Ranulf while I was hoping to die in his hands. I was done with my life.
I couldn't believe that I was in love with her, and have been hurting for decades since I lost her, until last week.
There was something about Rain that made me forget about her, the way our feeling mesh, the way we mend each other was my fix. And I selfishly want it back, didn't care if I'd die trying. Maybe I was wanting it, maybe I was looking for it.
And that early evening, I was ready for it.
"Yes, gather our
