ATTICUS
I was pacing the length and breath of my study, restlessness clawed at my chest, refusing to let me breathe properly.
The room felt too small, the air too thick. Hera’s words replayed in my mind like a cursed melody I couldn’t stop from ringing..
“I’ll reject you once we’ve fulfilled our agreement.”
The thought of her rejecting me—rejecting us—was unbearable. My wolf stirred, restless and agitated, his presence crackling under my skin like a storm waiting to break.
I looked at the mirror and my eyes glowed bright gold, revealing my wolf.
“You’re quiet,” I muttered internally, looking right at him. My hands clenched and unclenched as I tried to focus on anything but the hollow ache spreading through me.
“Quiet? I’ve been screaming since the day you let her walk away,”
