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Aria's POV

I let myself soak in my own sea of misery. Questioning my worth and all that I possess. Am I not worthy of genuine connection and happiness?

Kaia accompanied me through this journey of pain. She stayed with me. She didn't say any comforting words, but she acted it out—making me feel less alone...just what I needed. My wolf is way better than that fucking connection everyone called, mate.

I bent over, head on my knees, playing with the soil beneath with a thin stick I picked on my route here— hill. The sun had just started to set a scorching heat because it was almost noon.

It's been four hours since I came here to breathe and let myself digest everything that had been happening. In the span of three days, a lot of revelations has unfold in front of me, and half of it was so heavy for me to handle. I was molded tough by my grandma, but for once, I felt so weak—too weak to fight—too weak to live. Sometimes, I wonder if she'd get mad at me if I followed her one of these d