Rita POV
My room had become a cave these past few days—dark, suffocating, and painfully quiet. I hadn’t stepped out except when Shelly forced me to eat something. Even my wolf, usually loud and stubborn, was silent… grieving.
She was hurting the same way I was.
The look in Ken’s eyes the day he left—the disbelief, the betrayal, the disappointment—those eyes haunted me every time I blinked. My chest tightened remembering how helpless I felt when Kiya blackmailed us… when Ken walked away without looking back.
My wolf whimpered inside me even now, curling up in a corner.
Nothing Shelly said was calming me down. She kept telling me everything would be fine, that Ken only misunderstood… that humans don’t understand wolf logic. But it didn’t matter. Humans don’t hate the way wolves hate. Th
