23
WILLOW
I stood rooted to the ground, staring at the beautiful alpha wolf meant for Rob. The one Marina had told me about.
Oh God.
This was the train wreck I saw coming.
Rob wasn’t looking at her, though. He was looking at me—the pain of betrayal burning in his gaze. I’d made him look at me that way. It was my own doing.
I scrambled into the car and rushed to start it. I had to get away. Leave him to get on with his life. I backed up fast, tires skidding the dirt, then took off for home.
Home. Ha. What a joke.
I tried to stay strong, but halfway back to the house, I broke down and cried the whole rest of the short drive. It was any wonder I didn’t end up in a ditch. Everything I’d thought would happen, had. Rob learned the truth and felt slighted. No, that wasn’t the right word.
