Kaleb’s POV

The nightmares wouldn’t stop.

I bolted upright in bed long before dawn, breath ragged, skin slick with sweat. Her face lingered behind my eyes—Moira’s, my mate’s her shattered eyes the night I destroyed what we were.

Every time I closed mine, I saw the tears on her lashes. Heard her voice breaking when I told her that I reject our bond.

Guilt ate at me like acid.

I pressed a shaking hand through my hair. “Just one look,” I muttered. “Just to know she’s ...