Aria’s POV

The wind was cold tonight. Not the kind that nipped at your skin, but the kind that curled around your bones and reminded you of everything you’d lost.

I stumbled through the woods, my bare feet bleeding from the rough ground. My eyes burned, but the tears had stopped a while ago. Maybe I’d run out of them.

"He didn't even look back…" I whispered to no one.

"You still have me," my wolf whispered gently. Her voice was like a soft echo in my chest, soothing but trembling too.

"I don’t know if that’s enough right now," I said, hugging myself.

The forest was alive with whispers—leaves...