Dane's POV.

The thought of being in a coma for a few weeks, escaping the heartache and the gaping void in my soul, seemed almost like a relief.

Eventually, I pulled over by the pack archery building, the familiar sight offering peace. I stepped out of the car, the cool night air doing little to ease the searing pain within me.

I hastened my steps into the archery building, my frustration mounting with every stride. I needed to channel my anger somewhere, or I might end up making a rash decision I’d regret later.

As I stormed through the door, a female attendant immediately looked up and bowed her head...