My hand goes up to my neck, the other one leaning on the hard marble top behind me to support my trembling body. What the fuck was that? In the short amount of time, I knew Kaden, I never saw him angry. He joked around a lot, got a little irritated when he didn't like something, and alienated himself whenever he didn't feel like talking to anyone. But just now it felt as if he was angry about something and whatever it is, it has to do with me. Which is completely absurd. What reason would he have to be angry? Does he not want me here? It's not like I was planning on staying anyway. I'm not here to ruin his perfect little life. I'll just get something to eat then be on my way. Taking a deep breath, I move to the fridge, pulling it open to look inside. It's filled with all types of food, from meat to vegetables and fruits. I take two pieces of chicken breast and place a skillet pan on the stovetop. Quickly seasoning it with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Heating oil, I cook the chick

I stroll into the house, the cloying scent of detergent filling the air. She's been cleaning all morning. Whether she does it to earn her keep or because she's bored, I don't know. But since she has so much time on her hands, she might as well clean the Cabin too. I find her bent over, looking through the fridge. The dress she's wearing is dangerously close to revealing her ass. Stopping behind her, I wait for her to sense my presence. The longer it takes, the more irritated I feel. How is she still alive? There's no way she could survive on her own with such instincts. It takes her a full two minutes to notice I'm here the she straightens up, jumping back as she gasps. "Fuck, Kaden, you scared me" Images of me sliding inside her rush to the forefront but I push them back. It's annoying how I can still remember the way she feels wrapped around my dick. "What are you doing?" "Putting things back. I was cleaning. Did you want something?" "Can you clean the cabin too?" "What?"

She's dead? I spent all night tossing and turning, expecting to hear them stumble into the room next door. I didn't want to fall asleep and wake up while they were in the middle of screwing each other. So I stayed up, holding my breath. Waiting. And now he's telling me that there is no mate? She died while he was on his way to save me. Not just that but he can see? The fingers on my neck cut off my airways, making my body kick off into defense mode. My fingers claw on his arm while my legs kick out, one of them landing on his stomach. Fuck, he's freakishly strong. How is he even holding my entire body up with one hand? And it doesn't look like he's straining. Wolves are strong but this? No way this is normal "K... Kad... Kaden..." I struggle to say, my nails digging into his arm and breaking skin. But he doesn't loosen his grip. My vision starts blurring, strength draining from my body and making my limbs useless. Is he going to kill me? I can feel the fight leaving me as Kaden's hand

I don't want her here but I also can't stand the thought of her leaving. After that night, I mostly kept to myself. Obsessing over what I could have done to change what had happened or how I could have prevented it. For starters, I should have told everyone I'd regained my sight so Maryna wouldn't worry about me. Why hadn't I done that? Because some foolish part of me wanted her to be the first to know. I wanted to see her reaction, bask in it, then spend long hours committing her face to my memory. Her face and body and every part of her. Yes, even after I met Maryna, my first thought was to go to Sophia and relearn every dip and curve and freckle and beauty mark but with my sight. This is part of the reason I've hated her for so long. She consumed every part of me to the point where I lost my ability to think straight. And from the looks of it, it's still happening. Otherwise, why would I follow her all day and night only to bring her back? She was so close to leaving my territory.

She's spent the last three days in the library combing through books. Judging by the section she's been taking them from, I have a rough idea of what she's looking for. There's nothing there though. Wolves have spent decades trying to erase my kind from history so there's little to no information about me. I know that because I've been where she is. Curious to know who... What I am. I went through every piece of paper in the pack but found nothing. Everything I know about myself is from experimenting. Pushing my limits and seeing how much I can take before I break. If Sophia asked... I'd probably skirt around the answer or change the subject to something that would make her feel uncomfortable. She lost any right she might have had to know anything about me when she left. The times when I wasn't angry, I'd wonder what our life would be like. If she'd stayed and if I'd been honest with my father and brother, where would we be now? One stupid mistake changed my life. The more I think ab