Ash’s POV
As I watched Lena turn me down, again, it felt like something cracked inside my chest. It was my heart, but not simply that. Something deeper. More primal. The part of my soul that had always known I was meant to share her with me.
“You stup-pid… stubborn, blind little foo-oool,” I heard myself calling her, and never had a cruelty of speech been mine toward her like this. “And do you actually expect the Lycan to still want you? People have seen what you are now, right?”
“I don’t know,” she wrote, with devastating honesty. “But if he’s the one, I would rather take a chance on rejection from somebody that I love than accept this possession from somebody who doesn’t realize what love actually means.”
The point she was trying to get at — that there was a difference between love,
