I knew I screwed up badly the moment she walked out on me. I not only, saw the hurt I caused her, and how betrayed she felt after my stupid stunt, but my damn wolf kept on reminding me of my failure. I sometimes hate that he's able to send me all those visuals while my mind is resting, because let me tell you, having a part of yourself pissed at you can be really problematic. My wolf made sure that while my mind was unprotected during the night, to torment me by replaying over and over again what I did in that room. He sent me especially vivid visions of Sasha's shocked face.
I was an i***t. She was right about that one. I let my frustration and that fucker Quentin manipulate me into doing the last thing I should. The most ridiculous and reckless thing possible.
Sasha was absolutely ri
