Amelia
The days at the resort passed in an awkward, suffocating blur. Damon’s rejection echoed in my mind, a relentless loop of words that stung more than I cared to admit. I tried my best to stay out of his way and pretended like the pull of the bond that was dragging me to him was nonexistent.
I avoided him as best as I could, but we were staying the same room and tension was thick and suffocating. Every time my eyes fell on him, I would feel my hear ache- it was longing for his love and touch but I knew it was something I couldn’t get- something I would never get.
I buried myself in helping Brielle and Zadyre with their problems. It was easier to focus on them than to face my own mess. Brielle had enough to deal with without me adding my drama to the mix, so I kept my distance and my mouth shut.
When we returned to the pack, the air felt different. Heavier. Maybe it was just me, carrying the weight of the unspoken bond between Damon and me. Or maybe it was the way the pack still
