I wanted to forget him and remember his every detail simultaneously. The thought of never seeing Taylor's glittering sultry eyes or his sweet smile in my mind burned a hole in my chest. But the memory of his frightened face, how he shuddered with fear because of me… it clawed at my soul in a way not even death could erase from me.
All I could hear of my wolf was a distant whimpering. He was lost in his grief, unresponsive to anything around him and locked inside a prison he had made for himself. Hawk would never forgive me for this and I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t hate myself more if I tried.
Weak… that is what I had called the love of my life. He was the furthest from weak a wolf could be. Had he been in my place, he would never have thrown his mate away and justified it for their own
