Oliver's POV
I knew she was heading straight to her apartment. Of course, she couldn't come back to the pack house… not after this.
I went back home. By the time I arrived, evening had already settled.
I walked straight to my room and took off the mask. I stepped into the bathroom, letting the water run over me as if it could wash everything away. I scrubbed harder than I should have, then washed my hair, covered my tattoo, and removed the lenses.
When I was done, I stood in front of the mirror, just staring.
This was becoming too much. How long was I going to keep doing this? How long could I keep living as two different men?
My chest tightened, but I couldn't think about myself for long. My mind went back to her. Aurora. I wondered how she was feeling—if she was still crying, if she was okay.
I grabbed my phone and called her from Oliver's number. It rang… and rang… no answer.
