Chapter 42

Samuel

The next day I avoided Arabella, seeing that hardness in her eyes and the suspicion I knew we wouldn't be the same until she regained her memory. I locked myself in my room for most of the morning, trying to keep my wolf calm. Fighting the urge to turn feral had me drained of energy. It consisted of forcing the forced shifts to go away, forcing myself to block out my wolf, and dealing with the pain. By the time my wolf stopped for the day I was half awake. Vincent found me an hour after, he sighed and held me. Telling me that I needed to start hanging out with Arabella.

"She doesn't like me." I whispered.

"Samuel...you can't keep doing this to yourself." He argued.