I pushed the dreadful feeling that I had that cold morning down, wrapping my cardigan around myself as I walked the path that led to the lake. I don't know why, but for some reason, I couldn't stop remembering the moments we had along this path. Our first kiss, our strolls, me riding on Adolphus's back and my hair in the wind.

I could feel myself tearing up again. I sniffed continuously, wiping the tears from my eyes. Was this what he wanted, for me to remember our time together? Did he really have a reason for marrying Layla? Was it the pack? Why didn't he tell me about it?...