Lethia's mind reeled—while she and Caelum had been drowning in lust, Renar had been losing his sanity, panicking, thinking she'd gone missing.
'What the hell have I done? Why would Renar go this far? Is liking someone enough to leash the beast inside him?'
She took a deep breath, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides, frozen where she stood, not knowing how the hell to even begin processing all of it.
A sharp sting pierced her chest, twisting her gut with guilt so heavy it made her feel sick.
'How am I supposed to take responsibility for this mess?'
"No need to worry much, Miss. That wound is nothing for Master. He possesses one of the strongest healing abilities among the Lycans in Ashenhold," Muffy spoke up as if he could read the storm behind her silence.
Lethia let out a small smile. "That's not what I think about."
"Then what are you worried about, Miss?"
She frowned. "Why are you assuming I'm worried?"
