Chapter 57. The Weight of Lies

Ethan's POV

"Look at the mess you've just made, Ethan!" Fang, my wolf, declares inside my mind, and I feel overwhelming remorse hit my heart like a violent wave crashing against cliff rocks. Fang's voice reverberates in my head, charged with a primal fury that echoes like thunder, making my chest tighten with almost unbearable weight.

"Please, Fang, not now," I plead with a tone of supplication, my voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. My eyes are fixed on Anastasia, her teary eyes causing me immense anguish, perhaps greater than my own curse. The sight of her contorted face of pain and distrust is a dagger that plunges deeper into my chest with each moment.

There's so much pain and distrust emanating from her that I realize the depth of the mess I've made by deceiving her. There's genuine hurt in her face, almost tangible; I've shattered her trust in a way I didn't believe possible. Was there something