54. Cal

It took being alone in the Howen’s room, separated from her heartbeat, scent, and infuriating attitude to realise I was holding onto nothing of value. Vengeance is just an empty-handed concept if it leaves me alone in a room like this.

I’m not saying I wouldn’t take an excuse to beat Reu to a pulp, but if it came with the price of living like this, a bed with no spark, then what would I achieve?

The rush of victory would soon diminish. Every passing day afterwards I’d feel less satisfied with my choice. Whereas I know every day with Hope will be a blessing.

Whilst she showered, I rolled my damaged shoulder, lifting it up, squeezing my hand and returning it to the pillows. It's seriously improved.

Just being around Hope is helping. Maybe my wolf is spurred on by the presence of hers, but something is definitely happening.

Perhaps it’s eating proper food. That steak alone could resurrect the dead.

Either way, when I saw her struggling with the thick, matted red locks, I was