The incident from two years ago still haunted me.
It was the darkest memory of my life.
It wasn't because I had lost something precious in a single night. What truly destroyed me was the way my reputation had been torn apart after that night. The whispers, the accusations, the looks from others in the pack—it all followed me everywhere.
For a long time after that, I couldn't even stand close to a man.
Even simple contact felt unbearable. Something as small as a handshake would make my body tense with fear. My instincts reacted before my mind could catch up, pushing me away from any closeness.
When I finally began to recover, I thought things had changed.
I believed that with Finnick, things would be different. I believed I was ready to accept being with him.
But just now, when things were about to go further, my body betrayed me.
The rejection had come from somewhere deep inside, something I couldn't control.
