He rejected me under a full moon with both packs watching. Said four words that shattered the bond and silenced my wolf. I collapsed in the dirt. He walked away.
That was five years ago.
I rebuilt myself from nothing. New town. New name. A bakery by the sea where no one knows what I am — or what I lost. I buried my wolf so deep I forgot what the moon felt like.
Then his motorcycle broke down outside my shop.
He’s bigger now. Harder. Haunted by the same scar I carry beneath my collarbone. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness. He fixes my oven. Replaces my window. Sits in the corner every morning and waits.
I told myself I’d never break again. But my wolf is stirring for the first time in three years — and the man who destroyed me is the only one making her want to come back.
