JAIME’S POV
I can’t believe she’s gone.
The thought keeps slamming into me and it feels like I’m suffocating. I wake up to the light filtering through my curtains, but it feels wrong—like a dream I’m trapped in and can’t escape. My chest is heavy. My limbs don’t want to move, and I lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself this isn’t real.
But it is.
The absence of her scent hits me next. It should be in the air. I never admitted it but it’s the first thing my wolf smells when I wake up, even though we’re far away from each other. Today, it’s faint, like it’s slipping away from me too.
I can’t stay in bed. The silence is suffocating.
Dragging myself up feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My feet hit the cold floor, and I sit there for a moment with my head
