Chapter 5. Life Has Not Been the Same

Athena

They’re looking at each other the same way Daxon and I looked at each other before he changed, before his wolf turned possessive and cruel.

‘She’s beautiful,’ my wolf observes with surprising calm. ‘He looks happy. She makes him happy.’

I push the thought of Daxon deep down. I’m here for a change, to get better. I don’t love him anymore—I can’t. All I feel for him is hate and the phantom ache of what I and my wolf lost that night in the bathroom. I also feel something I don’t allow myself to say… Fear.

I don’t ask Tristan about the picture. If I want him to stay out of my business, then I shouldn’t pry into his either. And besides, there’s no need asking. Even a blind wolf would know they’re in a relationship and they love each other.

I look within myself, searching for the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness that Daxon’s wolf always insisted was natural. But I’m not angry, and I’m not jealous. Surprisingly, I’m glad that