Chapter 23: Misunderstood
(Dominic's POV)
The silence of the den was broken by the sound of my wolf pacing, its growls low and simmering with frustration. I pressed my hand onto the bed where her scent lingered, a cruel reminder of her brief presence here.
My fingers ran over the sheets, clutching at the empty space. Lavender and moonflower—the scent that had both haunted and comforted me for three years—remained, but Aria herself was gone.
Always gone.
Through the dormant mind-link, I could sense her fading presence. She was leaving, just as she always did, running away instead of facing me. A familiar ache twisted in my chest, but I shoved it down.
She had fled again, choosing distance rather than daring to acknowledge what truly bound us.
"Why do you run, Aria?" I whispere
