“I came back for you,” he said and I paused with my hand at the door handle. “Back to the pack. When you turned eighteen, just like I had promised all those years ago, I came for you. Ever since we were children, ever since we met under that bush and watched the clouds together, I felt this connection and I thought… I thought you might end up being my mate. I left the pack to protect my mother and… you. I wanted to gain power. I couldn’t beat my brother’s strength, so I needed a different kind of power. Money. So I studied and worked every single day for this power I now have. And a few months after you turned eighteen, I gathered enough courage to come back even though my brother had already tried to kill me several times.” His voice was trembling and I realized I couldn’t breathe. I turned, slowly, looking at him. His eyes were wide and scared, full of so much regret and self-hatred that it made it even harder to breathe.