Elodie's POV—
I walked through the streets of the Bellini Pack, the autumn wind tugging at my coat, it now felt like a life that no longer belonged to me. Everything looked the same, familiar storefronts, cobblestone lanes but it all felt like someone else's world. Like I was a ghost in it, unseen and unnecessary.
Near noon, a dull ache reminded me of lunch plans I had with Dante. My fingers hovered over my phone, debating whether to head home and see Liora, my little girl. Then it buzzed with a new message.
[Something urgent came up. Lunch canceled.]
I stared at the screen as the words sank in. No shock. No anger. Just the quiet, hollow hurt that had been settling into my bones for months. I wasn't surprised. Nothing I ever asked for, ever hoped for, had seemed to matter to him. Work,
