OLIVIA POV
I knew that roar.
The instant it ripped through the trees, every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a presence. A vibration that sank into my bones and rattled my skull, echoing through the marrow like thunder trapped in a cave. My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might splinter.
Atticus. Albert’s wolf. On the hunt.
For me.
My stomach pitched violently, and bile clawed its way up my throat. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He should have been curled somewhere, clawing at his chest in pain, cursing my name, maybe even smiling bitterly at the memory of my rejection while moving toward the freedom I thought I’d given him. Happiness. Peace. That had been the plan.
So why the hell was he coming after me?
Why couldn’t he let
