Ashton’s P.O.V
Days passed without Poppy saying so much as a word to me. She opted to fight our war during the night, when the moon was above her lighting her way. I stayed fighting during the daytime with my pack. The most we had seen one another was when one of us was waking up or going to bed. I often attempted to keep myself busy and distracted from Poppy. I knew that I had hurt her by calling Noir a ferocious beast. Especially since they shared the same traits. Though different, both had demons within them that caused them to have similar abilities. Calling him a ferocious beast was basically calling her the same. I couldn’t get her face out of my mind. That moment was branded into my brain. The pure hurt that was written all over her face made me regret the words that spewed from my
