Chapter 141 One-hundred And Forty-one

• Abel
• The first week was exactly as torturous as I'd expected.
• I caught glimpses of her from my office window - walking in the gardens, sitting in the sunny spot by the fountain with a sketchbook, moving through spaces we'd once shared while maintaining careful distance from anywhere I might be. Each sighting was both gift and torture, feeding my wolf just enough to keep it from complete madness while reminding me constantly of what I'd thrown away.