She was drunk, alone, and called him to come to her. I saw the way his entire demeanor shifted, how his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. I knew what was coming.
"Don't answer it, Klaus," I had begged him. "Please, not tonight. We need to talk."
But he didn't listen. We argued. And in a moment of anger, he stopped the car and kicked me out, leaving me on the side of the road. He didn't look back.
I didn't know rogue wolves were lurking in the woods. But even if I had, what difference would it have made? Klaus didn't care. Not enough.
Now, as my soul pressed against the window of Claudette's house, I watched them. He held her close, torn between the engagement ring on his finger and the woman lying in his arms.
"Klaus, you're disgusting," I thought, my voice bitter as the darkness closed in around me.
The next morning, Klaus stormed into his office, his mood as dark as the clouds hanging over Snowfall Pack. He wasn’t Alpha yet, but he carried the weight of it, even more so now with his father watching his every move. I followed him as I always did, drifting unseen and unheard. The hunters and warriors of the pack bustled around, preparing for patrols, but their chatter died down when Klaus passed by, his presence commanding respect even without the title.
I stayed close, my soul trailing behind, floating through walls and people. They passed through me without knowing I was there. Only Klaus could have felt it—if he still had our bond. But he didn’t.
Inside his office, Klaus dropped into his chair, his face etched with frustration. His right-hand man, Benedict, stood by the door, rattling off reports about pack logistics and training schedules, but Klaus was barely listening. His gaze flicked to his phone every few minutes, his thumb hovering over the screen as if expecting something.
“Is something wrong, Klaus?” Benedict asked, glancing at the uncharacteristic tension in his posture.
Klaus scowled but didn’t meet his eyes. “No. Keep going.”
Benedict hesitated, sensing the storm brewing, but pressed on with the report. He detailed the morning patrols, the rogue sightings near the border, and upcoming negotiations with neighboring packs. Yet Klaus’s mind seemed miles away, his fingers drumming impatiently on the desk.