Bernard.
We were running out of time. Six years had already slipped past us, and with every passing moment, things were slipping further out of control, becoming harder to contain or correct.
"Damn you, Theresa," I muttered under my breath, my jaw tightening as the frustration built up inside me. "If only you hadn't been so strong back then… strong enough to still escape even after being injected."
I let out a sharp breath, shaking my head in irritation.
We had been so close.
So close to finally getting everything under control.
She had actually fallen asleep after the injection—that part had worked exactly as planned. Everything should have gone smoothly from there.
But then something unexpected happened.
Her wolf had gone feral.
Just like that, everything collapsed.
I hadn't even realized she possessed that level of strength at the time. It still irritated me whenever I thought about it. That single miscalculation had changed everything.
