In front of me stood two men one tied to my past, and one bound to my present. Both had been my mates in different lifetimes. And yet, I didn't truly belong to either of them anymore.
Still, I pushed down the strange ache in my chest and walked toward Lewis with a soft, practiced smile.
"Lewis," I said sweetly, letting warmth fill my tone the kind of warmth that always made wolves lower their guard.
As I passed Julian, our eyes met for just a heartbeat. I caught the flicker there pain, confusion, longing. I knew that look.
Even now, after everything, part of him hadn't let go. My death had left a wound that hadn't healed. And now, seeing me alive again in this new form, this new face it must have felt like his ghost had come back to torment him.
His scent shifted uneasily, tinged with regret. It made my wolf stir in satisfaction. If he wasn't uneasy, then none of this would be worth it.
