Kayden
A hand touched my shoulder. I froze, then relaxed when I felt the familiar touch.
Even through the haze of my own spiraling thoughts, I recognized the scent. It wasn't the aggressive scent of an alpha or the sweet pull of an omega. It was a cologne that had a faint, musky scent that always felt like a calm morning on the ice.
Soren. I still didn't look at him, and he didn't say anything at first. His hand was just resting on my shoulder, then he squeezed gently and spoke.
"I knew I'd find you here."
"If you've come to pity me, I don't need it," I spat out, my voice raw from screaming. I pulled away slightly, staring at the oil stains on the ground. "Go back inside, Soren. Go."
Soren let out a short, dry scoff that made me look up. He wasn't looking at me with pity; he was looking off into the distance, his eyes dark with a memory I hadn't expected.
