Ever since I heard that anonymous recording of his tender whispers to his first love, the wolf inside me finally went quiet. Even when his discarded jacket reeked of another she-wolf's scent, I stopped questioning him. He explained irritably that taking care of his first love was just his duty, and I only responded faintly: "I believe you." On our fourth anniversary, one tearful call from his first love made him abandon me without hesitation. When he used caring for his first love as an excuse once again, I had already accepted the offer to become Chief She-Wolf Trainer and completely disappeared from his territory. Months later, he barged into my training camp out of control, eyes red as he begged: "Alison, come home with me. It's you I truly love." I looked at him and smiled calmly. "Ethan, this time, I don't love you anymore." Alison POV Ever since I received that mysterious anonymous recording that night, the wolf inside me finally went quiet. For the past four years, as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, I had devoted myself wholeheartedly to supporting Alpha Ethan. When he led the pack on territory patrols until dawn, there was always a light I left on for him at the Packhouse. When he fought rogues at the border for days and nights, I no longer mind-linked him to ask if he was tired. Even when his discarded jacket occasionally carried the sickeningly sweet scent of another she-wolf, I stopped questioning it. Today, having just finished high-intensity she-wolf tactical training, I struggled alone to the pack hospital due to a severe shoulder tear. The doctor asked me softly: "Luna, should I notify Alpha Ethan?" I forced myself to stay alert and said calmly, "No need." The doctor looked down to fill out the form, then suddenly glanced at me again with hesitation in his eyes: "But... Alpha happens to be at the hospital tonight. He's upstairs." Hearing that Ethan was at the hospital, the wolf inside me instinctively flinched, worrying whether he was injured. But the nurse's next words dismissed that thought. "Miss Olivia isn't feeling well today, so Alpha Ethan has been upstairs with her the whole time..." I understood. "It's fine, I can manage alone." I closed my eyes, forcefully suppressing the restlessness of the mate bond inside me. "No need to disturb him." Half an hour later, the hospital room door was pushed open abruptly. Ethan walked quickly to my bedside, his brows furrowed, and habitually pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. "Why didn't you tell me you were injured during training?" His palm was warm, and he still carried that familiar scent. In the past, even with just minor scratches, this scent alone was enough to soothe my restless wolf. But I turned my head away, avoiding his touch. "Just a tear, nothing serious. Just needs bandaging." Ethan's hand froze in mid-air. He seemed to sense something and was about to speak when whispered conversations from the hallway interrupted him. The gossip from outside carried clearly into the room. "The Alpha is so attentive to that Miss Olivia in the VIP room... It's just ordinary nervous exhaustion, yet he comes every day and stays half the night. He even postponed the pack's regular meetings." "What do you know? Olivia is the former Beta's daughter, noble bloodline. I heard if the old Alpha hadn't forcibly separated them back then and made Alpha marry the current Luna instead, Olivia would already be our Luna." "No wonder Alpha treats her so specially. Alpha just went up to see her again, right?" The voices faded with the footsteps, leaving an awkward silence. Ethan's expression changed. He instinctively looked at me, panic flashing in his eyes. "Alison, don't pay attention to that idle gossip." He rushed to explain. "Olivia's father sacrificed himself to protect the pack, and she and I already severed our mate bond long ago. She's all alone now. As the pack's Alpha, I'm just looking after her a bit more." "Mm." I acknowledged without saying more. This reaction made Ethan inexplicably irritated, and his Alpha aura began to leak out uncontrollably. "You don't believe me?" "I believe you." I turned to look at him, my eyes completely calm. "You've always been a responsible Alpha. Caring for the former Beta's orphaned daughter is your duty." Ethan froze, suddenly unable to speak. In the past, every time he made excuses to accompany Olivia, the wolf inside me would become restless. He always grew tired of my insecurity and would say impatiently: "Olivia and I are ancient history. I'm only caring for her out of duty now. Can you not be so sensitive?" Now I finally gave him what he wanted—no more sensitivity, no more questions, even actively withdrawing my possessiveness. His brows furrowed tighter. Just as he was about to speak, a soft thud came from outside the door. Olivia stood there gripping the doorframe, her face deathly pale. "Ethan..." She bit her lip, her voice weak, tears pooling in her eyes. "I heard that Alison was hospitalized too..." "Why did you get out of bed?" Almost instinctively, Ethan rushed over to support her, his tone mixing reproach with concern. "Didn't the doctor tell you that your body is too weak and you must rest in bed?" Olivia leaned weakly against him, her gaze moving past his shoulder to look at me timidly. "I was worried about Alison... so I wanted to come see her. After all, if you hadn't been helping me handle my father's funeral arrangements, you wouldn't have neglected Luna..." Ethan sighed helplessly and scooped Olivia up without hesitation. He turned back to look at me, saying hurriedly: "Alison, I'll take her back to her room first and come right back to stay with you. We'll go home together in a bit." His figure carrying Olivia quickly disappeared. I looked down at my half-bandaged arm, and that recording played again in my mind. It was Ethan's voice, deep and tender. He said: "Staying by your side feels like going back to the past." In that moment, I finally woke from my dream. He had never truly let go of his first love. These four years had been nothing but my one-sided devotion. I endured the sharp pain from the mate bond tugging at my heart, took a deep breath, picked up my phone, and opened that unread email. I typed my reply: [I accept the invitation to officially become the Chief She-Wolf Trainer of Zephyr Moon Pack.] Click. Send.
Alison POV After treating the wounds on my arm, I left the pack hospital as dawn was breaking. Last night, Ethan never returned. I refused the doctor's suggestion to stay for observation and walked alone back to the Packhouse. Suddenly, I remembered many years ago, the first time I met Ethan. Back then, the Silver Moon Pack's border was under vicious attack by rogues. As a vanguard warrior, I fought in blood-soaked mud. Just as three crazed rogues surrounded me and my strength was nearly exhausted, a massive black wolf descended from above and instantly snapped the enemy's neck. After the battle ended, Ethan stood before me. He reeked of blood. He extended both hands to me as I sat slumped against a tree. "You're outstanding." His eyes held undisguised admiration. "Seems the Silver Moon Pack has trained a remarkable warrior." The first time I saw him, I remembered his low, slightly hoarse voice and those golden eyes. Our second meeting was at the negotiating table for an alliance marriage. To strengthen the pack, the old Alpha of Blood Moon Pack—Ethan's father—chose me, a female warrior who had distinguished herself on the battlefield, as the marriage partner. I later learned the old Alpha used iron-fisted tactics, even forcing Ethan to sever his mate bond with his first love, Olivia. After the meeting ended, I found Ethan alone on the terrace, taking in the breeze. I didn't want to force anyone, so I approached him proactively. "If you're being forced to accept this, I can refuse the old Alpha." I looked at him seriously. Ethan turned his head slightly, the emotions in his eyes unfathomable. After a moment, he chuckled softly and reached out to smooth my wind-tousled hair. "Why refuse? Alison, you're a wonderful she-wolf." He paused, his tone carrying a casual certainty. "Besides, your wolf likes me, doesn't she?" I did like him. That time fighting side by side on the battlefield, his powerful, cold figure had already left an impression in my heart. So I always thought that as long as I devoted all my loyalty and worked wholeheartedly to help him manage pack affairs, someday I could exchange sincerity for sincerity. In fact, these four years, in outsiders' eyes, Ethan was quite a competent husband. He would tenderly comfort me during my heat, remember all my preferences, and absolutely defend my dignity as Luna before the council of elders. He prepared thoughtful, appropriate gifts for every anniversary. The she-wolves in the pack always envied me, saying I had an Alpha like Ethan who was emotionally stable and considerate. I once thought I had truly entered his heart. Until a month ago, when Olivia returned to the pack. As the former Beta's daughter, her father's death became Olivia's legitimate reason to return. She called Ethan crying and seeking comfort. That day was our fourth anniversary dinner. After taking the call, Ethan didn't even explain to me before hurrying away. From then on, everything changed. He came home to the Packhouse later and later, always carrying another she-wolf's scent. Even in the middle of the night, as long as Olivia made an excuse about being sad from dreaming of her deceased father, Ethan would hastily grab a jacket and leave me to rush to her place. Because of Olivia, we began fighting frequently. I felt insecure and pathetic. I despised myself for this irrational jealousy, yet couldn't help asking him with red eyes again and again: "After all these years, is she the only one you truly care about in your heart?" And he grew increasingly impatient, blaming me for being sensitive and paranoid, saying coldly: "Her father died fighting for the pack. I care for her only as compensation to the former Beta. Alison, when did you become so unreasonable?" I also doubted myself—was I really being too sensitive and paranoid? Until that night, when my phone received an anonymous email containing only a short audio clip. The moment I played it, Ethan's familiar voice filled the quiet room. In that instant, the string that had been taut in my mind for four years finally snapped. This time I didn't throw a tantrum or cry my heart out. A warrior's instincts made me unusually calm in this extreme pain. I looked at my pale face in the mirror. Yes, when disappointment accumulates enough, it's time to leave.
Alison POV When I returned to the Packhouse, the sky had fully brightened. The house was quiet, just like every night when I came home alone. Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated. "Is this Alison?" A capable voice came through. "I'm the Beta of Zephyr Moon Pack. Regarding your application to serve as Chief She-Wolf Trainer at Zephyr Moon Pack, we need final confirmation. Have you truly thought this through? It means you'll be leaving your pack for an extended period." I lowered my eyes and gripped the phone tightly. "I've thought it through." "Good. We'll arrange the other matters on our end. The departure date is set for the fifth of next month. Is that acceptable on your end?" The fifth of next month—half a month from now. I took a deep breath, my tone calm: "No problem." After ending the call, I looked around the master bedroom. This home was something I had built up piece by piece. When I first moved in four years ago, there was only cold black, white, and gray—a frigid atmosphere. I spent so much effort changing the curtain colors, filling the balcony with greenery, and filling the corners with gifts Ethan had punctually given for each anniversary. I once thought that with enough care, this place would eventually become my true home. We would raise children here together and lead the pack to prosperity. But now, soon I would be leaving this place forever. I dragged out an old suitcase. Inside were my old training daggers, protective gear, and combat uniforms. Halfway through packing, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Ethan stood in the doorway. He saw the open suitcase on the carpet and froze, surprise flashing in his eyes. "What are you... doing?" I paused while stroking the dagger, then tossed it into the case without looking up. "Nothing much. Just felt there was too much clutter in the room. Haven't cleaned in a while. Getting rid of things I don't use anymore or don't need. Throwing out what should be thrown out." Just as he was about to ask more, his phone rang. It was that special ringtone set exclusively for Olivia. Ethan's expression changed. He instinctively glanced at me, then took his phone to the balcony to answer. "...Yeah, just got back to the Packhouse. What's wrong?" I continued organizing my gear with my head down, pretending not to hear anything. From the balcony, Ethan's lowered voice drifted intermittently on the wind into my sensitive wolf ears. "Headache again?... Don't worry, I'll come check on you right away... Okay, lie down and don't move." After hanging up, Ethan returned to the bedroom, his expression somewhat complex. I had already finished cleaning the last tactical vest and was carefully folding it into the case. I looked up and asked him with a smile, "What happened? Is something wrong with Olivia?" "It's Olivia..." Ethan hesitated, his eyes flickering. "She says she has a sudden severe headache... Her father is gone, and there's no one to properly care for her. I need to go check on her." I looked at this man before me and suddenly found my four years quite laughable. Four years—countless times trusting each other with life and death on the battlefield—and in the end, it couldn't compare to his first love saying "I have a headache." I nodded. "Then go quickly. A headache is no small matter." Ethan froze: "Alison, I..." "Go on." I zipped up the suitcase. "Olivia needs you most right now. Don't keep her waiting." If this were the old me, the me before hearing that recording, my wolf would have been roaring with rage inside. I definitely would have asked him with red-rimmed eyes: "Didn't you just come back from the hospital? There are so many excellent doctors at the pack hospital. Do you really need to go?" But now, I just smiled and even considerately reminded him not to keep another woman waiting. Ethan stared at me for several seconds. "I'll be back as soon as possible." He suppressed the strange panic in his heart. "Let's have lunch together at noon, okay? We'll go to that new restaurant you've been wanting to try." I smiled noncommittally. "Sure. But if you get delayed there, it's fine. Don't worry about me. I'll take care of myself." Ethan opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave the bedroom hurriedly. I stood there, listening to the sound of the SUV engine gradually fade into the distance. Then I turned around and continued methodically packing my luggage.
Alison POV Late at night, Ethan didn't return to the Packhouse. My phone screen lit up—a text from him. [Olivia's still not feeling well... I might be back late. Eat without me. Don't wait.] I stared at that text, my finger hovering over the screen for a few seconds. The air still seemed to carry the scent from his hastily departed jacket. I turned off the screen without replying. The day Olivia was discharged from the hospital happened to be my birthday. But Ethan had obviously forgotten completely. A few days ago, he had proactively mentioned his plans for that day. "Olivia just lost her father and has been very depressed lately. I want to throw a welcome-back party for her. Consider it appeasing the former Beta family's influence and cheering her up." At the time, I was standing in the closet, inventorying tactical equipment needed for the new pack—silver daggers and several advanced combat manuals. Hearing his words, I didn't look up: "Sure, do you need me to help organize it?" Ethan paused. He had expected me to feel hurt by his excessive attention to Olivia, as I would have before. "You don't mind?" he asked tentatively, his brow slightly furrowed. My excessive calmness made him anxious. "Mind what?" I looked up at him calmly. "Comforting a pack member who lost a loved one is an Alpha's responsibility. Besides, Olivia really has had it rough—her father just passed, and she's been badly hurt herself." He looked at me deeply and ultimately didn't ask for my help, instead personally taking charge of the entire party. ... On the evening of the party, almost everyone who attended had grown up with Ethan and Olivia. As Ethan's nominal Luna, I naturally had to attend. The atmosphere grew lively as the alcohol flowed. "I'm saying," a tipsy wolf stood up, "Olivia was our pack's recognized Luna back in the day! Now that she's back in the pack, shouldn't she drink with the Alpha?" Instantly, whistles and low howls erupted around the long table. Ethan's brow furrowed immediately, and he instinctively released a hint of Alpha pressure: "Enough. Alison is right here." "Luna doesn't mind, right?" Another she-wolf friendly with Olivia spoke up, emboldened by alcohol, her eyes carrying hidden provocation. "Our Luna is a first-rate warrior who's been on the battlefield. She's the most generous! Right?" All eyes, including Ethan's, instantly focused on me. I leaned back in my chair, feeling the faint stabbing pain from the mate bond, but I only smiled faintly and pushed my wine glass away. "Go ahead and drink. I don't mind." My tone was so light it lacked even a ripple. Amid the cheering, Ethan and Olivia raised their glasses. They stood very close—close enough for their scents to completely mingle. Olivia's cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Ethan. But Ethan's expression showed a hint of stiffness. His gaze didn't rest on Olivia but instead drifted involuntarily past their crossed arms toward me. I instinctively turned away, no longer watching him. After finishing his drink and setting down the glass, Ethan's first reaction was to stride over to me. "Alison..." Ethan approached me, lowering his voice with a hint of panic. "Just now... they just drank too much. Don't..." "It's fine, I understand." I cut him off, my gaze drifting toward Olivia, the center of attention in the crowd. "Look, tonight Olivia looks just like..." I paused, raising a faint smile, "like a true Luna." Ethan was instantly speechless. He stared hard into my eyes, as if trying to find something, but he found nothing. Halfway through the party, I got up to use the restroom. Coming out of the restroom, I ran into Olivia in the hallway. "Luna Alison." Olivia called out to me, her face showing perfectly calibrated regret. "Earlier... I'm really sorry. Everyone just drank too much and was fooling around. Please don't take it to heart. Don't let me affect your relationship with Ethan." I stopped and turned to look at her: "Why would I take it to heart?" Olivia was stumped by my response. After a pause, she bit her lip and said: "I mean... Ethan and I really are just friends now. Don't misunderstand..." "I haven't misunderstood." I smiled, my gaze calmly sweeping over her. "You're friends, first loves, mates who were forcibly separated. I know all of it." With that, I turned to leave. "Wait!" Olivia suddenly raised her voice. I stopped in place without turning around. "Do you know he has a hidden photo album on his phone? The password is my birthday. It contains all our past memories, including the night we almost completed the Mark." Olivia's voice carried a hint of smugness. "Alison, you only became bound to him through mate bond because of an arranged marriage. You've been with him for four whole years. Has his wolf truly submitted to you even once? Now that I'm back—" My body stiffened. That recording echoed in my mind again—"Staying by your side feels like going back to the past..." But I didn't turn around. "So what?" "So..." Olivia walked up to me in her heels, her eyes challenging as they fixed on me. "So he never forgot me. These four years, you've been nothing but my replacement."
Alison POV I looked at Olivia standing before me with reddened eyes and couldn't help but laugh softly. "Olivia, at this point, there's no need to provoke me." I looked down at her. "If you want him, bare your claws and fight for him. No need to come here specifically to show off how special you are to him." Ignoring Olivia's unpleasant expression, I turned and walked away without looking back. When I returned to the party, Ethan was frowning, looking for me. "Where did you go? You were gone so long." "I ran into Olivia in the hallway. We chatted for a bit." I calmly sat down on the sofa and took a sip from my wine glass. Ethan's aura wavered slightly, his brow furrowing deeper: "What did you talk about?" "Nothing much." I rotated the glass in my hand and looked up at him with a smile. "She just told me you have a hidden photo album on your phone, and the password is her birthday." The moment the words fell, an unnatural look flashed through Ethan's eyes. "Alison, let me explain..." "No need to explain." I cut him off, my tone completely flat. "That's your privacy. I respect it." Ethan stared at me hard, his chest heaving violently. If this were before, my she-wolf would have already flown into a rage. "Alison, something is really wrong with you." Ethan grabbed his jacket from the chair back and strode over to grip my wrist. "Come on, we're going home to talk properly!" "Tonight's party isn't over yet..." "Let's go!" He pulled me up without room for argument, mind-linking a few words to the Beta before leading me out of the private room. Just as we got in the car, someone knocked on the window. Ethan lowered the window. Olivia stood in the night wind, looking pitiful. She bit her pale lip, her voice weak: "Ethan, everyone's left and I didn't bring a driver. Could you give me a ride home? It's on the way." Before Ethan could speak, I had already silently opened the back door. Olivia froze. She had obviously prepared a belly full of sympathy-seeking words, but now they were all stuck in her throat. Throughout the drive, Olivia kept talking softly, reminiscing about her and Ethan's past moments in the pack. Ethan responded once or twice, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he remained mostly silent. "Sometimes I really regret it. If only I hadn't compromised and left the pack..." Olivia murmured sadly. "It's all in the past." Ethan cut her off in a low voice. The car fell into brief silence. Suddenly, a car shot out from a side road. "Watch out!" Accompanied by the piercing screech of brakes, Ethan yanked the steering wheel. The car completely lost control and crashed hard toward the roadside barrier. In the massive inertia, I clearly saw Ethan instinctively reach out to protect Olivia beside him. "Crash—!" And I was violently thrown forward, my forehead slamming hard into the metal frame of the front seat. Warm liquid flowed down from my temple. "Alison!" Ethan turned to see my blood-covered face and instantly paled. "Are you okay?!" I casually wiped away the blood obscuring my eyes with the back of my hand. The wound was slowly heating as my werewolf healing kicked in, but the temperature in my heart had dropped to freezing. "I'm fine... Take Olivia first." "You're bleeding and you still..." Ethan wanted to push open the door to check on me. "I said I'm fine. I'll take a cab to the hospital myself." I looked at him coldly. "Olivia got scared. Take her home to rest quickly. Don't forget, she can't do without you right now." With that, I didn't give him any chance to argue. I pushed open the car door, hailed a passing taxi, and left the scene without looking back. ... By the time I finished treating my wound at the hospital and returned to the Packhouse, it was already late at night. I leaned back on the bedroom sofa with my eyes closed, mentally calculating the itinerary for going to Zephyr Moon Pack. "Bang!" The bedroom door was pushed open violently. Ethan strode in with a chill in the air and crouched before me. "Why did you leave alone? Do you know how worried I was?" His eyes were bloodshot. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at this face I had loved for four years. "Weren't you supposed to take care of Olivia? She's emotionally unstable. She needs you more right now.""Alison!" Ethan finally lost his patience. He gripped my hand tightly. "What's going on with you lately? Is it because Olivia came back and the wolf inside you is jealous? I told you, she and I..." "I know." I calmly withdrew my hand, cutting off his defense. "I believe you two are finished. You instinctively protected her because you feel responsible for the former Beta's orphaned daughter. I understand all of it." "Then why are you..." "Ethan," I looked at him and suddenly smiled, "do you remember how in the past, whenever you got close to Olivia, my wolf would go wild uncontrollably? I got angry when you spent time with her, and you always said I was too sensitive, too immature, that I wasn't like a proper Luna." Ethan froze in place, his pupils contracting sharply. "Now I've learned to be mature. I've controlled my wolf. I'm not angry anymore." I shrugged indifferently, watching his face gradually lose color. "Isn't this what you always wanted?"
Alison POV I stood up, my tone calm: "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to bed." As I turned, Ethan suddenly reached out and gripped my wrist. "Alison, you're not thinking of leaving me, are you?" I hadn't expected his intuition to be so sharp. Since he'd already sensed it, I'd planned to just be honest and dissolve the mate bond with dignity. However, Ethan stepped forward, his gaze locking onto mine intensely: "We've been bonded as mates for four years. The entire pack is used to you as their Luna, and I'm used to having you by my side. You won't leave me, right?" So it turned out his anxiety about my leaving was only because he was "used to" my presence, used to having a tool who could help him manage pack affairs. We'd been together all these years, but he'd never once said the word "love" to me. Thinking about it now, maybe he never mentioned "love" because there was someone else he truly loved in his heart. And for me, I was just a habit. I pulled my lips into a smile, restraining the emotions in my eyes: "You're right." I was indeed used to his presence too. It's just that this kind of habit—I figured if I could just endure through it, I could eventually break it. Perhaps my recent "excessive calmness" had made Ethan uneasy. He simply pushed all his territory patrol duties to the Beta and took several days off specifically to stay at the Packhouse with me. He personally cooked my favorite foods and even accompanied me during training in the backyard. Everything seemed to return to when we first married and fought rogues side by side. But some things had fundamentally changed forever. Within a few days, Olivia's call came. When her special ringtone sounded in the living room, I was on the balcony trimming a precious moonlight herb. I heard Ethan answer, his voice unconsciously softening: "Olivia?" My hand paused, scissors frozen in mid-air. After a few low murmurs, Ethan hung up and walked toward me: "Alison, there's a pack alliance reception tomorrow. Olivia said her father just passed away, and as the former Beta's daughter, she'll be looked down on if she attends that kind of event alone... She hopes I can accompany her." Before I could speak, Ethan gripped my shoulder, his eyes seemingly candid: "I already agreed. But I hope you can come with me tomorrow." I looked into his eyes, understanding his subtext—he acknowledged my position as Luna, but he equally couldn't refuse any of Olivia's requests. I set down the scissors, my voice completely flat: "Sure, I haven't been out in a long time anyway." The next day, when Ethan and I arrived at the reception, an elaborately dressed Olivia was already waiting at the banquet hall entrance. "Ethan! You're here!" She hurried forward, completely ignoring my existence, very naturally reaching out to link her arm through Ethan's. Ethan's body stiffened slightly, his peripheral vision instinctively glancing toward me. I didn't even spare them an extra glance and stepped into the banquet hall first. Behind me came Olivia's soft murmuring: "The setup for this reception is the same as always. Ethan, do you remember when Alpha training camp ended that year, we were also here..." The hall was brilliantly lit. I was too lazy to listen to them reminisce about their past romance and walked alone to the exhibition area to browse. "Watch out—!" The moment the cry rang out, the sharp sound of snapping steel cables came from overhead. I jerked my head up to see the crystal chandelier above lose its balance and topple toward our location. Everything happened too fast. Without any hesitation, without even glancing back at me, Ethan lunged toward Olivia on the right, holding her tightly in his arms as they rolled together toward the safe area nearby. And I only had time to raise my arms to protect my head and face. "Crash—!" The enormous shattering sound was deafening. The falling crystal shards viciously sliced through my left shoulder, bringing sharp, piercing pain. I staggered backward, my foot caught by a broken cable, and my entire body pitched backward. The back of my head slammed hard against the edge of the marble display platform. Blood immediately gushed out, quickly soaking through the fabric of my dress. I lay on the cold floor, ears ringing, vision beginning to blur. I used the last of my strength to turn my head. Ethan was helping Olivia to her feet. His back had been cut by shards and was bleeding, but he seemed completely unaware, first looking down to cup Olivia's face and check her condition. "Olivia! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you injured?" His voice carried a panic and fear I'd never heard in four years. Even when we'd been surrounded by dozens of rogues on the battlefield years ago, he'd never shown such an out-of-control expression. Olivia leaned against him, her face pale, tears pooling in her eyes as she gently shook her head. I quietly watched this scene. As I thought—he truly still loved Olivia.
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