LONDON’S POV
The drive away from Crimson Moon Pack felt like a f*****g mistake. Every fiber of my being screamed to turn the car around, to storm back into that den of wolves and drag Elena out before Aiden could sink his claws into her again.
But I knew her—stubborn, fierce, and fiercely independent. If I’d tried to force her, she would’ve looked at me with those storm-gray eyes, full of hurt and defiance, and I couldn’t bear that.
She had to do this her way.
That didn’t mean it didn’t tear me apart.
My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The road ahead blurred as my mind replayed the last few hours—Aiden’s smug smirk, the way his gaze lingered on Elena like she was a prize he’d already won, the way she’d stood tall, her chin lifted, her voice steady
