MIA’S POV
I leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the horizon as the sun slowly began to dip, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and purple. A small smirk tugged at my lips as I thought about the impossible errand I had sent Nathan on.
The Nashor Pack.
A place where his presence would be nothing less than an invitation for bloodshed. They despised his pack, and if he had any sense left, he would have turned back the moment he reached their borders. That was the whole point—I wanted him to give up. I wanted him to quit this ridiculous act of his.
Love? Regret?
He had no right to feel those things, not after everything he did.
I waited, fully expecting to hear that he had failed, that he had come running back, realizing that his so-called devotion wasn’t worth the ri
