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Demi's pov

The howls didn't stop neither did the dreams of his sharp greens haunting me and husky voice echoing in my head.

Even in his absence, I could feel him.

I could perceive his scent almost to the point that I could taste it on my tongue, his pretty eyes were engraved in my vision, my skin had refused to forget the pads of his fingers where he once grazed us and everything around me reminded me of him.

It was maddening.

To want someone who hates you and you are to hate in return.

It was ridiculous seeing another man while wishing it was the other before me and to worsen it all, he didn't seem to care.

Eros didn't care.

The howling of his wolf at night got me thinking that he did, it made me wonder if there was something stopping him from being with us.

A reason he had refused to share but seeing him socialize with others, watching him from the shadows remaining hidden as he stated while I watched him with another woman noticing the way she got close to him, her lashes