~CELINE~
The silence was deafening.
Two days. Forty-eight endless hours since that moment with Ragnar, and the emptiness of his apartment felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest. I moved through the rooms like a ghost, my movements mechanical, deliberate — anything to keep my mind from unraveling the tangled web of emotions threatening to consume me.
For two days I fought the urge to reach into that bedside drawer and call my mother again, to ask for some advice, for guidance because for some reason, despite everything, that was the only place I knew I could get one less confusing answer.
But…
She was f*****g my husband, hell she was probably already Luna of Black Mountain pack by now and I in turn was just collateral damage. Kane retained his power and the woman he was
