Chapter 43 Forty Three

• ARIEL’S POV
• I’d barely gotten two words in before he started talking fast. Voice heavy with that tone he always used when he knew he’d messed up. Ariel, I swear it wasn’t me. I didn’t know those pictures would be shown. I never would’ve— blah blah blah. I’d stopped listening halfway through. My head was pounding, and I was tired—tired of men explaining their damage after the damage was done. Tired of cleaning up feelings I didn’t ask to carry.
• My wolf paced inside me. Quiet. Irritated. She didn’t want to hear his voice either. She didn’t even growl—she just turned her back, curled up, and shut her eyes like she was done with all of it.