My Fault

[Diego’s POV]

I head out of the bathroom while anger slowly begins to bubble up in me. That scar. That fucking scar marring Rosalie’s porcelain skin was definitely not there five years ago. So how the fuck did she get it?

As this single question races around in my mind, I feel something beginning to awaken in me—something dark and dangerous. I was certain that it was my lycan trying to show that he too was furious over the woman we loved being injured, but what I was feeling terrified me.

“Fuck.” I hiss, shaking it off and beelining for Giddeon’s room, where he sat in bed reading a bedtime story to Landon. “Hey!” I call when his gaze lifts to mine. “Let’s go get a drink.”

“Now?” He asks, looking at Landon, who is already asleep. “But what about...”

“Now.” I growl, turning just in time to see Rosalie and Geo coming out of the bathroom.

Remaining silent, I take them both in as my anger and sorrow begin to war with one another. It was still so hard to believe that after five years of sea