♚Archer♚
The day after Harley shut me out, I wanted nothing more than to see her. The hunger in me throbbed, sharp, persistent, never letting up. Every instinct said to go back, to knock until she let me in, to beg if I had to. But I knew better. She needed space. I had to respect it, even if it felt like tearing skin from bone. She still hadn’t responded to my message, and I wasn’t sure she was going to. So, instead, I threw myself into pack life. I made rounds of the borders. I checked in with the guards. And when I found Marcus at the training field, barking orders at a pair of new recruits, I joined him. We took the mat together, and we let muscle and sweat do the talking. I let him get in a few hits just to remind myself what it felt like to take a punch and not fall apart. Maybe a p
