Three days later, the man came to the Pack Hospital as promised.
I begged him for more time. His expression tightened with irritation, but in the end, he gave me three more days—his final warning.
I drifted back into Evan’s room with my mind somewhere else, only to find him standing by the window, his silhouette brittle, like a lone wolf against the snow.
“Evan? You’re up?”
He spun around at once, a sharp, bitter laugh tearing from his throat.
“You told me while I slept that you were going to leave me. Was that for him?”
My heart stuttered. “You heard that?”
He had misunderstood.
“Evan, you’re wrong. I don’t have anything with him!”
He advanced step by step, rage restrained but trembling under his skin. “Then why did you say you were leaving?”
The contract I’d signed burned like
