Kiel
Josie's footsteps echoed faintly as she left the room, each one slicing deeper into the silence she left behind. I just stood there, staring at the space she'd occupied moments ago, my chest tightening with something I couldn't name. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, pacing and growling at my hesitation.
"She's right," I muttered, barely audible even to myself.
The admission burned. I closed my eyes and called to my wolf again, hoping he'd tell me what the hell to do next, hoping he'd give me the courage I lacked. But instead of answers, all I got was the sharp, impatient push of instinct—urging me to move, to fix what I'd broken.
"She's right," I repeated louder this time, as if saying it again would make the guilt settle easier.
"You made her say that, didn't you?" Varen's voice broke through my thoughts, sharp with accusation. He was already glaring at me, jaw tight, anger rolling off him in thick waves.
