Damian wouldn't give up. He trailed us like a shadow, dogging our steps even after we left the healer's den. Adrian's checkup was quick—the healer said it was just a scratch, nothing serious, just rest up. But as we headed back to the Lowe pack's villa, Damian was still there, a persistent ghost in our rearview.
Adrian glanced at me, his voice calm but concerned. "Amelia, want me to stop him?"
I shook my head, my face blank. "Let him do what he wants."
Damian couldn't get past the villa's gates, so he stood on the street, staring through the windows at me in the grand hall. I chatted and laughed with Adrian, ignoring the wolf outside, his presence a faint ache I refused to acknowledge.
He stayed out there until night fell, soaked to the bone by rain, refusing to leave. Eventually, he c
