I should’ve felt triumphant.
Walking away from Gabriel without looking back should feel like a victory.” Like freedom.
But that night, lying in bed staring at the ceiling, I felt nothing except restless.
My body was tired, my muscles aching from training, but my brain was awake, and it wouldn’t settle.
Because no matter how hard I tried not to, no matter how much I hated it —
I could still feel him.
His presence. His stare. His regret.
And worst of all?
The way my wolf, Slade, longed for him.
Enough. I threw the covers off and rubbed my face. This is ridiculous.
I needed air.
I snagged my jacket, stepping out of my room and wandering through the pack house's inky darkened hallways. The silence was comforting. Peaceful.
I shoved the back door open and stepped out into the night.
