Chapter 315

Theron's POV

I had thought my soul had already rotted, buried alongside Wren beneath the earth. For days-weeks, perhaps-I had become little more than a hollow shell. My wolf prowled in the darkness of my chest, restless, but even he could not rouse me from the fog of grief.

The embroidery she had once touched lay in my hands, soft silk threads beneath my calloused fingers. I clung to it like a dyi