3/55. Great Love, Great Loss

A few hours earlier:

Grant

I looked out of the window of my office as Angeline quickly strode towards the pack borders, only able to see her due to my wolf’s vision.

As soon as I heard she was heading to the pack limits, I interrupted my uncomfortable talk with Gina and came here, dying to look at Angeline — at my Lily — one more time.

Seeing her walk away laced my chest with a pain that fastly spread across my system, causing a whimper to vibrate in my throat.

My great love. My great loss.

Soon, not even my vision could make out/discern more than a silhouette quickly swallowed by the distance. Fuck! I hit my forehead against the glass of the window, chastising myself. She was leaving. My muscles tensed even further as I controlled myself not to run after her and ask her to stay as many times as it took to convince her.

No. I had to give her space. After my greatest mistake, I didn’t have the right to insist that she listen to me.

“It doesn’t matter! Go after her. We can’t let m