Louis POV
I sighed and forced myself to sleep. In my dream, I saw her—she haunted my sleep with her face and memories.
The next morning, I woke up from the ray of sunlight reflecting through the curtains.
I forced myself up and sat up on the bed.
I hadn't slept. Not one bit.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Heard her. Felt her.
I hated this. I hated feeling this attached, this exposed again. I was supposed to continue hating her.
My wolf was silent now, probably sick of arguing with me. But the silence was worse. It made me feel alone in this storm of emotion. Alone… and guilty.
I thought of my brothers, Lennox and Levi.
How was I going to face them after this?
I walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside and staring out at the combat ground where the morning sun was slowly rising, painting the world in gold. I used to love this time of day. Now it just felt… tainted.
Because of her.