Alaric’s POV
The next morning, I rode out before dawn alone with no guard or formal escort, just me and the silence I had grown far too used to. I didn’t need to let anyone know where I was going.
Elaria’s parents’ estate wasn’t that far. Just a few hours north, and I will get there in no time.
I was not sure what I would say when I saw her. But I want to admit that I missed her.
Gods, I missed her. She is the only one who has ever looked at me with the kind of eyes she has. She is the one that I felt I could show my real self too. Someone everyone is not afraid of. The real me. She made me feel safe in my space and that's what matters the most.
Not my stupid revenge. I could have her and find a legit way to handle this mess.
The white wolf could wait.
And I wanted. . . No. . .
