I opened my eyes, expecting to see him there, beside because I don't understand what could be so important that he couldn't even come to welcome me back after 6 months of me away but the bed was empty.
The space beside me was cold just like my heart, which dropped like a stone, shattering into a million pieces.
My wolf let out a deep, mournful whine inside my head. It wasn't just a sound; it was a feeling, a crushing weight of rejection that made my own chest ache.
He's not here, Faith. He didn't come. Her voice was raw with pain, mirroring mine.
I tried to push away the thought, to tell her he was just busy, that he'll be here any minute. But the silence in the room screamed louder. It felt like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath.
A wave of cold dread washed over me. This wasn't
