Albert
The sun was just beginning to set when I finally reached the edge of town. I pulled my shirt tight around me against the evening chill. My limbs ached. My head was pounding. But it was nothing compared to the storm inside my chest.
I hadn’t shifted because I didn’t trust myself.
If I did, my wolf would turn back.
Back to Edward.
Back to the bond that refused to break, even after all the lies and all the pain. I couldn't. I didn't want to be with Edward.
My lips still tingled with the memory of the kiss. That one moment; heated, desperate, real, had undone every wall I had so carefully built.
I hated myself for it.
‘You promised Emon.’ I admonished myself.
Emon, who had taken me in when I was broken. Who had patched me up, fed me, listened without judgment. Emon had been my
