Because here I was. A living, breathing she-wolf who’d stood by them through every season, who’d bled for them, who’d loved them quietly all these years…
And they could hurt me again and again for the sake of someone like Trisha.
But now, just some old photos and charred gifts — and they were heartbroken.
How ironic.
Ryan still stood there silently, his expression tight and pained as he stared into the ashes.
I turned my gaze back to the flames. And I wondered, not without a sharp little smile…
When they found out I’d decided to go back to Plum Blossom to marry… what kind of reaction would they have then?
Allison’s POV
I stood there, still in front of the fireplace, watching the last of the photographs curl and blacken into nothing.
Ryan and Warren didn’t move.
They stood just a few paces away, tense as bowstrings, both of them looking at me like they wanted to scold me, drag the words right out of me — demand to know why.
But I only smiled faintly, the faintest lift of my lips, and let the ash settle where it fell.