I watched Aimee walk away, her back stiff, every movement betraying the tension that simmered between us. The weight of her decision hung in the air like a storm cloud, and I felt it pressing down on me, suffocating.
I clenched my fists at my sides, my jaw tightening. There was nothing left to say, nothing I could do to change her mind. She had made her choice. Vincent.
It didn't make any sense. I couldn't understand why she was doing this, why she was sacrificing everything for a man who didn't deserve her, who couldn't love her the way I did. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe she didn't care about love anymore, not when the weight of the pack's survival rested on her shoulders.
