“How could you? I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, walking back and forth in the clearing behind the packhouse.

Warrick leaned against a tree, crossing his arms, frustration written all over his features. He had called me to speak with me and I can’t seem to stand him, not after what I saw.

Though I felt hurt, I still shouldn’t show it to him that I am hurt.

“Piper, please,” he said, strained. “I have apologised a hundred times. What more could you possibly want from me?

“It’s not about the apology, Warrick!” I spat, spinning to face him. “It’s about trust. You broke it and now… now I don’t even. know who we are anymore.”

His jaw hardened, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then his voice gentled, almost imploring. “I made a mistake, Piper. I know that. But I love you. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

I shook my head. My chest tight, I managed to get the words out: “Love isn’t enough when I can’t even trust you.” The silence.

was a stretch between us.

Finally turning away, I muttered, “I need to get my head sorted,” and I walked off.

baby.” I heard Warrick calling, but

didn’t know which way to go, but somehow my feet did because

with a circle of younger wolves. “Piper?” he questioned,

concern.

need someone to talk to,” I whispered as I

bench, I followed

a mess. “It’s Warrick. Everything

you are strong, Piper. You’ll

I?” I said, forcing a bitter laugh. “Cause right now, it feels. like

on mine. In his quiet voice, he said, “You are not alone.

kind of lifeline. I found myself leaning toward

up and Rowan kept being so great. I am not sure

anymore.

“Piper,” he whispered, his tone very unsure. “You know you’re

breath caught, and in that instant, I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him. The space between us seemed

I drew back, my heart pounding. “I can’t,” I whispered, and then

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