Chapter 7

Three years.

That was after I stopped picking his calls. Even with all I had done, pushing him away, cutting him off, disappearing without explanation, they thought of me and kept my place for me. They waited for me.

The realization hits me like a truck. I press my hand to my chest, feeling like I can't breathe. My wolf whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the love surrounding us.

Hot tears spill down my cheeks. I try to wipe them away, but more keep coming. They never ...