ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW
The past two days felt like a blur, a long weekend that stretched endlessly. Monday came too fast, and yet, not fast enough. I don't know how long I can keep doing this—torn between my instincts and the memories of a past that refuses to let go.
"I can see her, I can feel her, and I can intake her sweet scent," my wolf growled inside me, restless and eager. He's been like this for a while now, more aggressive than usual, hungering for her. But why her? Why Tiara? She's not supposed to be ours. Not after…
I clenched my fists, trying to block out his relentless cravings. It's been like this ever since she arrived in my life. I tried to resist, to ignore the pull, the way my wolf reacts to her, but it's getting harder to deny. He's ready to betray our dead mate, and I… I don't know how to stop it.
