Amelia's POV
I kept on taking deep breaths after I left Rogan, holding myself from breaking down in tears.
My mind was like a jumbled mess, confused and angry at the same time. Minutes ago, I was a commoner, and the next, he was saying it was all a mistake.
I hated myself for giving him a new chance, only to get that reaction from him.
Maybe all this was just a mistake? Rogan, Ryder—maybe I was believing things I knew wouldn't work out for me.
Maybe all I had been craving was some sort of attention or care, which made me vulnerable to two powerful wolves.
I wiped away the tears that blurred my vision, refusing to let them fall.
I needed to clear my head, to know why I made certain decisions. I was just heading out of the fortress, with no place in mind, when I stumbled into Freya.
