As I stormed out of the pack house, Gaius followed me, along with some warriors, but he mindlinked them to retreat. It would have been a shame for them to witness their Alpha in the same state I was in when I was banished.
Upon reaching the brazen bull, I opened it with Gaius's assistance, and a wave of despair washed over me. He was in a worse condition than I had ever been when I was imprisoned inside it.
The fire was dwindling, yet the bronze beast retained its scorching heat, requiring Gaius to remove his shirt to access it.
It was my fault. In that moment, I had wished for his demise, but now I realize the gravity of my mistake.
I couldn't bear the thought of living without him, for my love for him was profound. The hatred I once harbored was merely unrequited love, and any harsh action now would only exacerbate his already seared skin.
