***Serena***
It’s now past the midpoint of December, and I’m finally on my way to the hospital to have my cast removed.
At times like this—alone in the car—my mind can’t help but dwell on how everything has unraveled over the past few weeks.
What could have been a wonderful, uncomplicated night with James in November instead became a turning point, throwing up an imposing roadblock in our relationship. I had admitted to keeping something significant from him, begged him to trust me, to have faith in me. I wasn’t sure what exactly had happened at that moment, but the way he looked at me—the way he held my face in his hands—reminded me of a Lycan speaking to their wolf…
Except James had no wolf.
And yet, somehow, he had accepted my words. He told me he had faith in me, that he loved me.
