Chapter 32
James Pain. Tearing, torturous, stabbing waves of pain. I couldn’t breathe. A black, heavy darkness settled in my chest. Wave after wave, pain consumed me—not shattering me all at once, which might have been merciful, but torturing me slowly. It was like a shard of glass had pierced my heart and lodged there. With every beat, every breath, it scraped and tore, and I could do nothing to ease it. The pain wasn’t just physical—it was draining my energy, my joy, my hope. My very life force leaked out with it. I was going numb, empty, hour by hour. Sleep and food became meaningless. Even training and work couldn’t distract me. Nothing did. Laila wasn’t with me. She had seen my wolf. She had seen who I really was—and she walked away. She didn’t choose me. She didn’t officially reject me—only
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