As I stepped out into the cool night air, the weight of it all crashed down on me. Asher wasn’t just a Gamma in my pack. He was supposed to be my partner, my anchor. But tonight proved something I’d been too blind to see.
I was holding onto someone who had already let go of me.
Dragging myself back to the pack house, I paused in the doorway and let my eyes wander over the place I had called home for five years. It was quiet—too quiet—just like my love for Asher.
Every corner, every creak in the floor seemed to echo memories of us, moments that now felt like sharp claws digging into my heart.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting a glow over familiar furniture and keepsakes. There were silly little trinkets—matching mugs with cheesy wolf-themed designs, a framed photo of us at the pack’s annual bonfire, and even a pair of charms shaped like paw prints that supposedly glowed when we were close to each other. They’d all once meant so much. Now they felt like anchors pulling me into a sea of regret.