JET

I could not utterly express the guilt I felt the day Hunter called me on the phone to inform me about Freya having a miscarriage. I recalled feeling like my lungs were about to give out, I did not trust my driver to get me back home in time as I took over and drove like a mad man back to the pack.

In her grief stricken state, she had completely misunderstood and accused me of being happy about the miscarriage, pointing out the fact that I never wanted it in the first place. She could ...