Amara’s POV
My feet carried me away as if on autopilot, my vision blurred by tears. I didn’t know where I was going—anywhere but there. The hallway felt like it stretched on forever, but I couldn’t stop running. My heart was pounding, threatening to shatter into pieces, and my wolf whimpered in my mind, the betrayal cutting her as deeply as it cut me.
Jaxon… how could you?
The image replayed in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Jaxon, standing there, his shirt gone, his pants undone. And Stephanie... her hands on him, her mouth—God, her mouth on him. My stomach churned violently, and I clutched it, as though the physical pain could distract me from the gaping hole in my chest.
“You trusted him,” my wolf snarled, her voice trembling with pain. “You thought he was differe
