I packed and unpacked my suitcase a dozen or more times throughout the night,
eventually leaving it unpacked but with my clothes neatly folded on the bed next
to it. I sat in the chair I was beginning to hate, and stared at the pile of clothing
as though it were going to bite me.
Even my wolf was pissed, constantly growling her anger, and cursing the
day we were ever paired with a fickle, shallow cheat. I knew it was bad when
even she was hating on him; she was always the one who begged me to forgive
him.
I wanted to go to the cabin. I wanted to explore the chemistry me and
Khaos had found between us, but I didn’t want to do it at the expense of my self-
confidence and respect. I was under no illusion that this relationship was
borderline toxic. How many other couples
