MEDINA POV
I was out of my mind.
There was no other explanation.
I had just—lost it. Completely.
Because there was no way I would have ever been out here, doing border patrol in a wolf pack.
Not in my life a.e. -- ante -Ethan --.
And yet—
It was… nice.
Annoyingly nice.
No—
not annoying.
And definitely not cute.
Damn.
The me p.e.—post-Ethan—was weird.
Awkward.
Freaking foolish.
Masochist.
That’s what I was.
Starting to think about a life I was never meant to have— a life that could only end badly.
With his heart broken… and my soul—already damned—shattered beyond repair.
And yet—
I was still drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
The air was cool, clean, carrying the scent of trees and damp earth and distant water, the moon high enough to wash everything in pale silver
