Instead‚ I went upstairs.
To her room.
And that night destroyed everything I had with Ethan.
The guilt stayed with me. It lived inside my chest like a second heartbeat‚ constant and heavy and impossible to ignore. For ten years‚ I carried it. For ten years‚ I hated myself for what I had done‚ for what I had almost done‚ for what my wolf still wanted me to do every single day.
But the obsession never died.
I watched her from a distance as she grew up. I kept track of her through people I trusted‚ learning about her life in small‚ careful pieces. I knew when she graduated high school. I knew when she chose management science over medicine‚ and I knew her brother gave her hell for it. I knew when she started college‚ when she made the dean's list‚ when she became one of the top students
