“Why does everything feel so wrong, and so right at the same time?”
Arwen stared at her reflection in the tall mirror.
The emptiness in her amber eyes hid a storm that never stopped spinning.
She sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the soft-colored dress she had used earlier for the fitting session.
Her small hand trembled as she touched the side of her neck, where the mark kept throbbing—a mark of the bond that should’ve been a blessing, yet now felt like a curse.
“Ryan…” she whispered weakly, almost inaudible. “Why did you have to say that?”
Her heart was torn, two voices screaming inside her chest.
The first was gentle, soothing—Ryan’s voice. The sincere man, who always protected her, who never once made her feel small, even though she was just a human girl among wolves.
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