Chapter twelve

Ethan’s POV

“…and if this continues, we could go down a possible seven percent in the annual earnings of the pack office this year.”

Lowell turned and looked at me, then he shook his head and continued addressing the other executives in the large conference room. All I heard from what Lowell said before was just the end part, he had been talking for almost ten minutes. I hoped no one else in the room noticed how completely out of it I was, Lowell could because he could see through me at times.

Ever since Ariah left, things have been a little awkward for me, I was finding it very difficult to adapt to the fact that I had sent my mate into exile. She must hate me right now, with every pint of the boiling blood in her body, she must hate me. That gave me nightmares, my ears felt like they were being dragged on a ground full of shattered glass whenever I remembered the promises I made to her. Was there something I could have done to save her? Even when my mind was steady and I though