Ryder POV
I had been wandering around the outskirts of the Frostmoon pack for days now. Ever since that night at Elena’s cottage, when she slapped me and drove me away, I couldn’t seem to find any peace. I told myself it was pointless to go back to her, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own, drawing me to the edges of the pack’s territory, to the places where I might catch a glimpse of her.
Raymond, my wolf, was relentless in mocking my behavior. “Look at you, Ryder,” he sneered, his voice a growl in my mind. “You’re acting like a lovesick pup. Pathetic.”
“I’m not lovesick,” I snapped back, though even I wasn’t convinced by my own words. “She’s the daughter of my enemy. She stands for everything I loathe.”
“Then why do you keep coming back?” Raymond taunted. “Why do you linger
