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(Trojan's P.O.V.) "What do we do?" my wolf asked. I'm currently standing on the veranda of my room, thinking about what happened between me and Nikita last night. I woke up with an empty side of the bed. Her clothes were gone, and she obviously left already while I was sleeping on my side of the bed. Guilt filled me as soon as I woke up. I understand why she ran away. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let my urges get the best of me. I was the one sober that night, but I was the one who put her in more danger. I understand the shame that she must have felt, waking up next to a man who is engaged to another woman. I know myself that the engagement is not real. I'm even planning on breaking off that stupid arrangement that Alpha Leon has started. I would never betray Nikita like that. B