Love Lost to the Passing Wind
Watching Ethan's expression of utter devastation as his beliefs crumbled, I felt nothing but satisfaction.
More and more werewolves gathered, pointing and whispering.
I saw Ivy on her knees before Ethan, clutching his clothes and pleading through tears.
"Alpha Ethan, no, Ethan, let me explain. They were the ones who made me do it!"
But Ethan merely slapped her hard across the face with a trembling hand. "Get lost!"
As for what happened after, I didn't care to watch. Instead, I raised the car window and told the driver to leave.
At that exact moment, Ethan looked toward the car. He knew that I was inside. His eyes were filled with regret, despair, and a desperate plea.