Gavin's POV
My fist connected with the wall hard enough to send cracks spider-webbing through the plaster. Pain shot up my arm as blood started seeping from my knuckles, but I barely felt it.
"Damn it!" The curse ripped from my throat without warning.
Julia's words wouldn't stop echoing in my head. She'd called us a mistake. The way she said it, so final, so cold - it kept playing on repeat like some twisted song I couldn't turn off.
A mistake.
How could she say that? Every instinct I had, every part of my wolf, every cell in my body knew what we had wasn't wrong. It was real. It was right.
Something had to have changed. Something was off.
My wolf was going crazy inside me, scratching at my ribs, demanding I chase after her. Every fiber wanted to hunt her down and make her explain. But the rational part of my brain knew that would be a disaster right now. So I grabbed my keys and got the hell out of there.
