The light filtered through the windows as if it wanted to count every single bruise on my skin. Varg had left the bed before dawn, while the world was still caught in the cold grip of darkness. He had left me alone amidst the tangled, ruined sheets, abandoned among the savage traces of his presence.
He hadn't even slept with me.
His massive frame, instead of leaving a sense of weight or security beside me, had left only a frozen heart and a hollow, bitter void. It was as if a hunter had finished his work and left the carcass behind in the forest to move on.
All morning, my sobs echoed against the deafening, silent stone walls of the chamber. I thought of my old, safe days in Kael's pack.
