The air outside the pack house is thick with a suffocating stillness, a silent witness to the turmoil raging within me. The crowd that had gathered before I went in have dispersed now.
The confrontation with Zara has left me raw, exposed, and utterly furious. I stride away from the pack house, my steps deliberately quick, my jaw clenched.
I can feel Nox behind me, recovering the confusion of my ignoring him, his gaze a burning weight on my back.
“Tamsin, wait!” His voice cuts through the quiet, edged with a pain that makes Kira whimper in my head.
"He sounds so lost, Tamsin. Please, just talk to him."
But I push Kira’s plea away, burying it beneath layers of anger and shame.
How can I face him?
How can I look into his eyes, knowing Zara is carrying his child, knowing the depths
