Chapter sixty six

Luka’s POV

“You really know how to mess things up, don't you?” My Wolf spoke from my head, fueling my guilt like a cigarette, his words were the equivalent of a cold wind that cut through the fabric of our bond, he was speaking with a sneer but I could feel the regret under it and the pain.

“Sorry,” I responded as if my words held any meaning, not when all of this was because of me.

“Sorry? you hurt that girl without a reason for it, what are you sorry about?” He snapped at me in the same breath and there's no way to respond to such a harsh sentence without feeling something else other than shame.

“I didn't do it because of no reason, I…”

“Portia is in the past!” The words flew through the air like bullets, puncturing my skin and leaving tiny holes behind. “You're over her, you should be over her!”

“She is not in the past, she's a part of my life” I countered back, even though this felt wrong to say aloud. We were both still in the same body, the one where she wasn't there. There