This isn’t supposed to be like this. My wolf should be the only one to make me feel this way and crave with such intensity that it consumes everything. I don’t even have a wolf yet. Maybe that’s why. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe... I don’t know. I don’t know anything, and it’s all his fault.
My entire body trembles with need. My thoughts spiral. I need to move, to do something, anything to distract myself. My limbs feel heavy and foreign, but I force them to cooperate, to let me sit up and breathe again. The sheet pools around my waist as I untangle my legs from it.
The bastard. It isn’t enough for him to leave me like this. He has to walk out without a single word, a single glance, as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just set fire to my world and walk away. It shouldn’t surprise
