Resentment. Mortal enemies.
Jane’s Stance
The biggest downfall of a werewolf was having no wolf. And I had just experienced that loss firsthand.
I had locked myself in my room for three days now, not allowing anyone to see me, still drowning in grief. The deep, gnawing emptiness inside me felt like a black hole that consumed everything—every thought, every breath, every heartbeat.
The loss of my wolf had left me feeling incomplete and vulnerable like a part of my very soul had been brutally torn away.
Amber was gone. My beautiful, strong wolf was gone.
The cruel irony wasn’t lost on me. For years, I had been tormented for being wolfless. Now I knew what it felt like to have a wolf—to feel whole, complete, powerful—only to have her ripped away from me.
The pain of losing something yo
