Echo.

As the pack tried to come to terms with the shock of the betrayal from Maria and how she just resorted to killing herself, Caesar and I found ourselves drawn together. My injuries from the altercation with Maria left me bedridden for days.

Caesar, ever the steadfast presence, tended to me diligently. Medications, comfort, and care became his daily routine. In those quiet moments, the tension between us began to dissipate like mist under the morning sun. Caesar, with a heaviness in his voice, offered an apology. It was an admission of guilt for the pain he had caused me, a chapter of regrets.

In the quiet confines of...