Ethan's POV
I left the estate with my grandmother's ultimatum echoing in my skull like a death knell.
My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I drove toward Clara's apartment.
Everything was falling apart. The carefully constructed life I'd built was collapsing around me, and I had no idea how to stop it.
I sat in the parking garage for nearly thirty minutes, smoking cigarettes until the pack was empty. The nicotine did nothing to calm my nerves.
My wolf was agitated, pacing inside me, confused by the chaos I'd created.
When I finally forced myself to take the elevator up to Clara's floor, I felt like a man walking toward his own execution.
The doorbell rang once before Clara answered. She'd clearly just showered—her hair was still damp, and she was wearing no
