Jessica/Tessa pov.
I still couldn’t get through to the White Clan tribe. Every message I sent came back unopened, and every attempt to reach them was shut down before it even began. I deserved it. I knew that. Still, the guilt wouldn’t let me breathe.
I was the reason they’d lost someone. Ana.
Even now, I could still hear her voice, her scream—as she pushed me away that day. I hadn’t slept peacefully since. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her falling, and then everything went dark again.
The others had forgiven me, or at least pretended to. But I hadn’t forgiven myself. I didn’t do much around the pack anymore. My control was slipping, and my lycan was getting more unstable with each passing day. She wanted to break free, to destroy something, anything…to ease the chaos building ins
