Eamon's pov

In my study, I sank into my couch, my heart heavy with regret as I lit up a cigarette. Closing my eyes, I sought solace in the one presence that had always been with me, my wolf.

"I know, I messed up," I whispered, addressing the beast within me.

My wolf's response was a growl, filled with anger and disappointment. "You hurt our mate, Eamon. She's in pain because of you."

I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of my actions bearing down on me. "I didn't mean to, you know. It just... it all spiraled out of my control."

My wolf's response was a low, rumbling snarl....