I stood in the bedroom and the towel I’d grabbed minutes earlier already feeling heavy in my hand. My shirt and trousers were damp from the steam in the small bathroom, but the cold running through my veins had nothing to do with water.
l listened to the strangled hiccups that grew into soft, painful sobs. She was still in the main bathroom, the one I had just left.
My wolf, let out a deep, internal howl of pure agony. It felt like a knife twisting below my ribs. I wanted to smash down the door, pull her into my arm tell her I loved her and that I would fix everything
But I couldn't.
My wolf and I bled together inside, tethered to the pain we were causing her. But I knew better than to go in there. She didn't want my comfort. She wanted me gone, or maybe she just wanted everything to
