Amara's POV The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, but I couldn’t care less. My head was pounding, my chest felt heavy, and my wolf’s restless energy made it hard to focus. The weight of everything—the photographs, the betrayal, Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, Selena, Stephanie—it was all crashing down on me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag and bolted from the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s voice calling after me. The hallway was thankfully empty as I made my way to the washroom. Once inside, I locked the stall door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. The silence was deafening, and the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress came rushing back. Sliding down to the floor, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely. My wolf stirred inside me, her anguish matching my own. “Why do you still hurt for them?” she asked, her voice sharp but laced with pain. “They don’t deserve your tears.”“I know,” I whispered aloud, my voice trembling.
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