Ethan's POV
I didn't know why I was smiling.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of it all.
But the hatred inside me—God, it was choking me. Growing like weeds I couldn't pull out fast enough.
I looked at her standing there, tears streaming down her face, and I felt *nothing*.
No pity. No regret. No guilt.
Just disgust.
My wolf snarled inside me, pacing restlessly. He'd been agitated for days now, ever since the truth came out. The Mark on my neck—the one I'd given Clara all those years ago—it burned. Not with the warmth of a true bond, but with something else. Something wrong.
Because it *was* wrong.
I'd Marked the wrong woman.
If she hadn't lied to me all those years ago—if she hadn't let me believe she was the one who saved me on th
