Chapter 58: Bitterness and Blame
Daryl's POV
The moon had barely climbed over the treeline when I finally let go of the restraint I had been clinging to all day.
I could still hear the voices of the elders echoing in my head, murmuring about Ciara’s power and about her role in the future of the pack.
The future they were talking about was none other than my future. Our future.
But they were not speaking to me, nor were they speaking for me. They spoke about her as if she were not flesh and blood but some dangerous artifact they had stumbled across.
And then there was the humiliation.
Ciara had stood there in front of everyone. From my father and mother to the elders and the wolves who looked up to me, she refused my claim. She had denied me without even saying the words.
The sting
