For two years, his inner beast had paced like a chained animal, howling at the scent of regret, clawing at memories that came dressed in Sophia’s voice. But it had also been stubborn, proud, and wounded. Refusing to admit weakness. Refusing to long.
Not anymore.
As his hands took hold of the reins, he noticed the difference in his heart as much as in his body.
His wolf was no longer fighting him.
He had agreed.
For the first time since Sophia had walked away, his wolf wanted her back, too.
He wasn’t acting out of guilt anymore.
He was acting out of truth. But what disturbed him the most was how he would be able to convince Sophia to give him a listening ear.
Nevertheless, he was determined, there was this zeal that kept him going.
And that truth was simple:
He had made the bigges
