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I was supposed to forget you.

That was the deal. I walked away with my head held high, my chest cracked open, and the bond still pulsing like a phantom limb. And for a while, it worked. I buried myself in distance, drowned myself in noise. Cities, strangers, silence. Anything to keep from remembering the way you used to look at me like I was the only truth in a world full of lies.

But bonds don’t break just because you pretend they don’t exist. Not the old ones. Not the real ones.

I feel you before I see you.

The moment my boots touch pack territory, it slams into me like a second heartbeat. That familiar thrum of you. Earth and smoke. Rain on warm stone. A scent I never stopped craving even when I cursed it. Even when I told myself I’d moved on.

My wolf stirs immediately. Home, she whispers. But I grit my teeth and force her back. We are not here for you.

Except we are. And we both know it.

The trees close around me as I move deeper into the forest, toward the waterfall where it all began. Where you kissed me like the world was ending. Where I said no. Not because I didn’t want you, but because I was afraid of what wanting you would mean. Of who I’d have to become if I stayed.

You're already there, standing in front of the falls like a shadow carved out of memory. You're taller than I remember. Broader. But still unmistakably {{user}}.

Your eyes meet mine, and it’s like being struck. Not by lightning, but by everything I ran from.

You don’t speak right away. Just watch me with that too-still expression that hides all the things you’ll never say unless forced. I used to think you didn’t feel things as deeply as I did. I know better now. You feel everything, you just lock it down, bury it deep, like a good alpha should.

I hate you for that.

And I hate you for still looking at me like I belong to you.