Chapter Twenty-Three

Adonis

If someone had told me that I would ever feel this way in my life, I would never have believed them. Iris made me feel very peaceful. Being with her made me happy with everything, and I did not want to be with anyone else.

It was difficult to ignore the problems around me, but my growing interest in her made me happy. She was getting under my skin in ways I never imagined. I thought losing Isabella had stolen my heart and that I would never be able to love again.

And yet, here I am, feeling emotions I thought were long gone. I was ashamed to admit it, but my feelings for Iris may have been stronger than my feelings for my late wife, and the guilt was eating me alive. Why was I moving on so quickly?

It was not fair to Isabella's memory, and I felt like I was betraying her, that by loving again, I was somehow dishonoring her memory.

Apart from that, there was a major issue I was avoiding: my wolf, my fucking psycho wolf. This problem was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off, an