Ayla
Thane and I head to the pack house while Cyrus and Raven recuperate from their heat. “I’m not sure what I’m looking for when we get there.” I watch Thane as he drives, wondering how hard this will be for him. On one hand, they were friends from a young age and grew up together, on the other well, I ripped her heart out on the porch, and he didn’t seem too fazed.
“Me either. Damon left the apartment open for us. We will do our thing and let him know from there.” Thane’s forearms are bulging as he tightly grips the steering wheel, clearly tense. The bond swirls with a mixture of anger and regret.
“What’s wrong? I bring my hand over and start kneading the back of his neck, quietly waiting for an explanation.
“I want to find something….it will certainly help us speed things up but if we find something….I don’t know if I can forgive myself for that. I should have thought of this a long time ago.” He sighs and I feel guilt through the bond.
“You act like there hasn’t been a million things come up between then. We were mated, we had a heat, an apparent car bomb…”
“Still sorry for not telling you.” He speaks up, apologizing again.
“Forgiven. There is a pack to run on top of trying to be this savior for the shifter community. There has been one thing after another since I got here, and you shouldn’t feel guilty about your choices made trying to keep us all safe. Every teammate you have is working hard, you included. Give yourself some grace.”
Thane gives me a little grin and floods the bond with his love as he reaches over, patting my leg and keeping his hand there as we finish the drive and pull into the lot.
He takes my hand as we open room 403 and enter. “Wow, she liked the color blue.” I’m shocked by the amount of blue in this apartment. Different shades of blue along with blue walls. Relaxing I suppose.
Thane lets out a pained exhale and groans as he shuts the door. “Figures.” He sees the confusion on my face. “I told her once I liked something blue of hers.”
He walks further into the apartment looking around. “I don’t see what Damon was fussing about. It’s a normal apartment.” Her lemon scent lingers, just slightly. It is a little sad. Guilt tries to rise within me. I shake my head like that will clear the wrong thoughts about myself.
“I’m just going to the back of the apartment and working my way to the exit,” I state as Thane nods at me, digging through mail on her table.
The first door I open is the bathroom. Not huge, normal looking. Nothing alarming in the cabinet. Everything is blue. She has…had a lot of normal she–wolf things. I leave and head for the next door. This door creaks open and my mouth falls as my eyes catch an insane sight. I feel a low, deep, fierce growl leave me.
If she weren’t already dead, she would be.
I walk into her bedroom and the entire ceiling above her bed is covered in pictures of Thane.
Not candid photos.
“Are you okay? I heard you….” Thane enters the room, his eyes going straight to where I am staring. “I…whaaa…tt…shit.” He’s at a loss for words. So am I. Aramana feels as though she should have died in a more gruesome manner. I don’t necessarily disagree right now.

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