Internal tug of war.

Cyrus point of view. I left her immediately. I had healed her. I transferred all her pain into my body and I urgently needed to rest. I did not expect her pain to be this extreme. Whoever was chasing after her did immerse harm to her body and, as strong as I am, even I could feel it, although not as much as she would have felt it, my strength and endurance level are above every other werewolf's.

I couldn't help but wonder. Her scent wasn't Evara's. I knew this because it is impossible for a werewolf to forget the scent of its mate. She was the woman I loved and gave my all to. I will never forget her scent. Also, this girl had white hair, just exactly as I had seen in the vision, but Evara's hair flowed like a curtain of night, a velvety veil that framed her face with an aura of timeless elegance. Each strand, as dark as the deepest depths of the cosmos that danced in the gentle breeze, enchanting all who beheld its mesmerizing allure. Although her features and everything else were Ev