Nicho’ brows furrowed as he stepped closer, his wolf stirring just beneath his skin. “You burned it? That was ten years’ worth of memories! How could you—” His words faltered as he realized he was growling.
I held my ground, raising an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
The sheer indifference in my tone seemed to hit him harder than any insult. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I overreacted,” he said, his voice softer now. “But that album meant a lot to us. Why didn’t you wait for me?”
I let out a humorless laugh. Us. There was no “us” anymore. Not since he chose Selena, the rogue girl with the sickly-sweet scent of artificial perfumes and crocodile tears.
“You’ve been too busy with pack matters—or whatever it is you’ve been doing with her. I didn’t want to bother you with something so trivial.”
His wolf growled faintly at my words, but I didn’t flinch. Let him get mad. I was past caring.
Nicho stepped closer, his voice softening, trying to coax me back. “I’ve been neglecting you. I know that. But we can fix this, can’t we? Once the pack stabilizes, we’ll retake those photos. We’ll fill another album.”