The next day, I woke up with a heavy heart, full of anger about still caring about Evan and of pain for the way he still chooses her over me. I stormed out of my chamber to his, to confront him, to let him understand how hurt I was feeling inside. I didn't think properly, I just acted out of anger and pain.
Why did I still care? I kept asking myself. Does it mean I still love him? No, that can't be...
I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to accept that a part of me still longed for him.
I almost entered his room when I turned and saw four wolves gathered around, sparking a fire, with Evan in their center.
"I messed up," he said. His voice was low and quiet. "I have wronged Lila many times, and I still don't know how to make up for all my mistakes."
I froze. Evan… he knows he has b
