MARIE

My brother had chased his fated mate, Livia out of the house like she was nothing. Like she didn’t matter. He had slammed the door on her pain and walked away from it with his head high.

And I hated that, so we stayed.

We found her an apartment in this pack close enough that she wouldn’t feel abandoned again, far enough that my brother wouldn’t storm in and make things worse.

She wasn’t going to leave him. I knew that the moment I saw the way her eyes still searched for him ...