Ryan's P. O. V

I slumped back in my chair, exhausted. Not from work, but sleepless nights.

Every time I closed my eyes, the nightmares came. Samantha's face, the blood… It all replayed in my mind like I was reliving it all over again.

My wolf was quiet. Too quiet.

The last time I felt this way was after Serena died. Back then, I found a way to shut it down completely, to numb the pain.

But this was different.

I had almost killed Samantha with my own two hands… It was a miracle she survived and made a quick recovery.

But what if she didn't?

I knew I deserved...