Zane’s POV
I sat there, staring at her in the hospital bed. A whirlwind of emotions had washed through me the last couple of hours and, honestly, I felt exhausted.
I felt guilty.
I’d failed her…
She’d almost died protecting me because she didn’t know that--- My wolf growled low, wishing he could kill those asshole humans again. But in a way, I also wanted to thank them. NOT for shooting my little angel, but--- if they hadn’t, then…
I know I should feel like a bastard!
I know I should feel bad for taking away her choice. That I’d turned her, without her even knowing what I was.
Yet a part of me couldn’t be sorry.
I’d already decided to show her what I was. After she caught me returning from the castle, I knew I wouldn’t be able to weasel my way out of it anymore. And while there wou
