Zane’s POV
The next couple of days felt like they lasted a lifetime! The days had dragged on, stretching like an eternity as I struggled to keep myself together. Every moment apart from Arella felt like a punishment, like I was carving pieces of myself away. But I had to do it.
For her.
This is for her own protection, damn it! I kept repeating that to myself, even as my wolf thrashed against my barriers, demanding her presence, her touch. He didn’t understand—hell, sometimes I didn’t understand—why I couldn’t go to her. But I knew. If THEY realized how f*****g much she meant to me, they’d target her, she’d be next. And I wouldn’t survive that.
She had called me selfish...
If she only knew how f*****g painful this was, she wouldn’t be calling me selfish. My wolf was howling and raging
