My wolf would still choose her.
Back at her apartment, Anastasia was spending the afternoon curled up on the couch with Jared resting happily in her arms while cartoons played softly in the background. The warm domestic scent coming from the apartment contrasted painfully with the emptiness inside my chest.
When her phone rang, she glanced at the screen before quietly heading into her room to answer.
"What's wrong?" Her voice sounded calm and distant.
That distance hurt more than anger ever could.
"Anastasia," I began quietly, "I spoke to my grandmother."
Silence greeted me on the other end.
I tightened my grip on the phone before continuing. "Riley lied to you. My grandmother did contact the mayor back then, but she never threatened him with the stock market crash."
My voice turned hoarse.
