Ray's POV
The trip back to my pack should have taken a while, but I didn't notice the time pass, because every time I tried to think about something else, I kept hearing her voice. Her voice echoed over and over in my head.
Pamela's cold attitude hurt more than any weapon. She didn't even glance at the presents I brought. The presents I had taken my time to get, she didn't even care about it.
Her words kept repeating in my mind over and over. "Take your gifts and leave, Ray. You are not welcome here any more."
I gripped the steering so hard that my knuckles turned white.
How could she look at me that way? As if I was not important to her, like I didn't mean anything to her.
As if she never loved me, as if our history didn't matter.
But beneath my anger, something felt even worse. I feared that I had truly lost her forever.
