Drake remained there, motionless. He gazed at Elena’s innocent little face. His wolf snarled softly, prompting him to stop her and speak up, whatever it might be. But he uttered nothing.
“Goodbye.” Elena’s voice trembled, but she forced herself to meet his golden eyes. She turned.
Goodbye to her youth.
Farewell, Drake.
Her fragrance remained in the atmosphere. It gripped Drake’s awareness like a test he couldn’t ignore.
Drake faltered, steadying himself with a firm hand to his side.
Ezra remained several steps away. He watched his Beta crumble silently. “Never did I believe you two would carry it this far.” He spoke under his breath.
Drake said nothing. He kept his eyes locked on Elena’s retreating figure, watching until it slipped beyond view.
Elena sat frozen inside the taxi.
