KEILAH

I let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. My choice? Was it really?

If I didn’t do this, Ralph’s wolf would never get back to him, and he’d slowly waste away. But why should I care? Why did it have to be me who saved him?

A bitter laugh escaped me.

I hated him. I wanted to hate him. But deep down, a part of me still ached at the thought of him suffering.

Closing my eyes, I whispered, “Damn it.”

I let out a tired sigh and got up, smoothing the sheets on Damien’s bed. It was a small act,...