(Aaron's POV)I stared at Freya, unable to form words despite the storm raging inside me. My emotions were a jumbled mess—anger, regret, possessiveness, and something else I couldn't name all fighting for dominance.My wolf, Logan, paced restlessly within me, agitated by Freya's calm demeanor while I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. Her violet eyes watched me cautiously, her face an unreadable mask that only frustrated me further.I tightened my grip on her wrist, feeling the delicate bones beneath my fingers. A voice in my head warned me to be gentle, but another part wanted her to feel something—anything—to match the turmoil inside me."Aaron," she said softly, her tone maddeningly reasonable, "whatever this is, can it wait until after your grandmother's surgery? The timing won't change anything between us."The words hit me like a physical blow. Won't change anything. Had she already made up her mind so completely?"And what exactly is 'this'?" I demanded, my voice r
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