For the rest of the week, I force myself to stop overthinking about the future and I make myself do what I have to do.
I give my all to Isabella and my work and I move forward without talking to Nukea at all.
And I try not to think about her... but that's not as easy as it sounds, not at all. Every time I think it will get easier because the girl is a complete stranger, my wolf throws some extreme longing at me. He moves around in my mind all day long, restless. He wants to see her, be with her, talk to her, touch her, love her and give her everything she could ever want.
It's torture.
"What about your mother's ring?" Liam asks as we walk inside Isabella's favorite jewelry store, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Liam is my oldest friend. He's not my best friend, but he's all I have
