There was more I wanted to pour out to her, more than my throat could even carry. About how I couldn’t sleep in my own f*****g bed because every time I lay down, the emptiness beside me clawed me awake. Because she wasn’t there. Because the sheets were cold where she should have been warm.
I wanted to tell her how the pack saw her that day, how they saw her save Irene, and for once, their arrogance broke. They couldn’t believe she carried so much power in her, that the girl they’d dismissed had that kind of strength. And gods, the shame that spread through them was something I’d never seen before. They’re ashamed of how they treated her, ashamed of the whispers, the stares, the cruelty.
Her life would be different when we went back. I could feel it. The pack would have no choice but to a
