Watching from afar broke me. She was in pain—our mate—and I knew I’d f****d up chasing another she-wolf when it should have always been her.
The pack still whispered about that damn night, the one they thought defined me. Warriors gossip, they talk behind my back, but they know better than to do it to my face. Because the second I meet their eyes, the second I step toward them, it’s the end. I don’t forgive. I don’t forget.
But her… she’s the only one who can make this black, stone-cold heart feel anything at all.
Having her close, only to be toyed with by this curse, is a cruel kind of teasing. And still, she’s perfect—even drowning in grief. If only I could hold her, help her heart mend, let her see how much she could fix mine too.
I yearn to be loved as much as that pillow she cling
