Chapter 6
Trista's POV
I didn't even remember the drive back to the pack.
The whole way, I was waiting.
I was waiting for that familiar, overbearing scent to catch up to me, waiting for Cassian to offer even a single sentence of explanation.
But when I pushed open the front doors of our empty house, there was nothing but the bite of the cold night wind.
He didn't come after me.
The second those elevator doors closed, he obviously chose to turn around and walk back into that sweet, misty room to comfort the she-wolf he actually gives a damn about.
I buried myself under the ice-cold sheets, my tears silently soaking the pillow.
Twenty-five years of being childhood sweethearts, three years of sharing a bed—and it all counted for so little that Samantha didn't even have to try. A sing
