Now that he looked back, Addison had never matched the image of the missing princess, at least not in the way he had remembered her. The Addison of today was quiet, hesitant, and weak… So it had never occurred to him that she could be the princess. But if she was, what had happened to her wolf?
The thought made Zion's wolf, Shura, whimper in sorrow. Shura had long tried to connect with Addison's wolf, Aurora. He wanted to explain himself, to make her understand his side, not for forgiveness, but because the thought of being hated by his mate was unbearable.
Unlike Zion, Shura had always been loyal to Addison. Protective. Resentful of how his human half had mishandled everything. And now, as that Aurora remained silent, unreachable… Shura felt the ache of rejection, the loneliness of being unheard, and the heartbreak of being unable to mend what his Alpha had broken.
