OLIVER POV
I’ve been wallowing in my own guilt and shame for days now. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Frankie that morning, begging me to set her free from Aiden. I see the hurt in her eyes when I respond and send her right back to him. I see the way her face falls when I tell her that she can die or leave the pack.
Why? Why the f***k would I do that? Frankie was my everything, and I did this. If I had pushed my pride aside and helped her, she wouldn’t have died that night. I was such a fu.cking i***t. It was all my fault.
Stop! Deek whimpered, but he was no better. He carried just as much shame for our actions as I did. We had to keep our distance, but we didn't need to hurt her like we had. It was uncalled for, and we'd forever feel this regret because of it. Frankie was right; sh
