Stefan
The Earl and Samuel’s words have been on repeat constantly since I left Harlyn in that room.
I know that I can’t deny it anymore. Harlyn was with me that night, and nothing I do can change that or make things right, especially not when she was exiled for it.
Still, she has pups—my pups. I’m not sure how to approach that situation—actually, I’m not sure how to approach any of the situations. This isn’t like I have spoken to her throughout the years or that she trusts me.
She doesn’t trust me, not even the smallest amount, so my approach to these things needs to be more planned—not that stupid attempt I made last night.
That was wrong, and I realised when I walked away it would have looked like I was making light of her situation. I wasn’t. I should have just said it outright.
