Hayden POV
The packhouse was beautiful, but it still felt surreal. I’d spent the last few days trying to process everything—Sareena’s explanation about mates, Emma’s warmth, and the strange new world I was now a part of.
I sat in the library, a book open in my lap, though I hadn’t turned a page in hours. My mind kept drifting back to Silas. I could feel him—his restlessness, his longing. It was like a faint hum in the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing day.
I wanted to see him. I really did. But I didn’t know how to face him after how I’d treated him. I hadn’t replied to his messages, and I’d avoided him all week. Guilt gnawed at me, but so did something else—a deep, aching need to be near him.
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Silas’s POV)
By Saturday, I couldn’t take it anymore. I drove to t
