Zique’s steps were slow as he walked towards the door. He had suffered himself enough, too much. The reason he had done what he had was for the pack and yet he was neglecting them by regretting his actions.

He lived, he should be proud, but what was there to really be proud of?

If he hadn’t doubted the bond he shared with Kiara, he would’ve known the curse was broken and the pain he had forced her through wouldn’t have been necessary. But still, was that enough for her to try killing him?

Yes,