AMELIA'S Desperation

The night had fallen heavy and dark over the pack lands, the moon hidden behind thick clouds as if nature itself refused to bear witness to what was unfolding. Amelia sat alone in her room, the soft glow of the single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. She stared blankly at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table in front of her, her fingers trembling slightly as she lifted the glass to her lips.

She had never been one to drink heavily, but tonight was different. Tonight, the pain was unbearable, and the only thing that dulled the sharp edge of her heartbreak was the burn of alcohol sliding down her throat.

Damien’s words replayed in her mind over and over again, each one like a knife twisting deeper into her chest. You crossed a line... You need to leave...

He had never spoken to her like that before. She had always been his closest ally, his confidant, the one who understood him better than anyone else. But now, because of Elena, everything had changed. That woman tha