A few days passed after Elias had cast his spell. Flynn had gone back to normal, strangely…he actually didn't remember anything that happened in the past week, not even what happened between us but somehow he had guessed it.
His scent lingered on me, probably because we were mated, though he never really marked me.
The spell didn't work on me.
The realization that the spell hadn't worked on me settled in slowly, like a creeping fog. At first, I thought it was just the shock of everything that had happened, the emotional whiplash of regaining my wolf only to lose it again. But as the days passed and Flynn returned to his normal self, blissfully unaware of the everything we'd shared, the truth became impossible to ignore.
I was still broken.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out t
