Let her go
Prologue
If only I haven't met her. If only she didn't exist. If only I didn't exist. I would have been spared of those feelings.
Feelings that couldn't be ignored but you ignore them anyway, so after a while it blows up like a balloon and blocks your heart and your nerves, until you feel like you are going to explode.
How can I walk away? I know the leech had ditched her. She needs me. Why did I walk away? Why did I let Sam do this?
Now I'm guilty. I let her go. Sam stopped me when I tried to go out to talk with her. To make her understand. And Bella is now a walking corpse once again.
I know I have got to do something-but what? We aren't allowed to expose our identities. But she needs me. And I need her. I know what to do.
But can I do it? I think I can. After all, I'm a werewolf. Descended from a line of Alphas. One of the pack, as Sam says.
Werewolves are just not cute little lapdogs.
I smiled grimly. That parasite has no idea what's coming after him. I'm going to give him a giant piece of my mind, and I'm going to shove it in his face.
