Amber
I used to think that maybe—just maybe—I could blame Eden just as much as Rayne for everything. That I could point a finger at the wolf inside Rayne and say they were both responsible. But that lie doesn’t work anymore, not after everything I'd heard. And I’ve already made up my mind.
I chose Ian.
It’s always going to be Ian.
I’m in love with him, in a way I never thought possible for someone like me. The kind of love that creeps in slowly and then suddenly crashes over you like a tidal wave. That fluttery, aching warmth that spreads across my chest every time he smiles at me. The way my stomach flips when he brushes my hand. The peace that floods me when he looks at me like I’m something precious.
With Ian, it’s not just biology. It’s not instinct or fate. It’s choice. It’s safe
