Chapter 100

• If I said that William and Lorraine dating didn’t affect me, that’d be a damn lie. I couldn’t fool my wolf’s feelings, and I sure as hell couldn’t go back in time and stop myself from coming to Siram and meeting him.
• I cried most of the night, curled up in the Mysterious Man’s cloak. Wrapped in that cloak, I sought comfort—the sense that someone was there, that I wasn’t alone, that everything would be okay. I just wanted to sleep for a bit, to find a moment of peace, but I couldn’t. I gave up trying and forced myself to run. The pain wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how much I cried.
• The rushing water—that place that had become my sanctuary—was exactly where I needed to be.