Chapter 14

Magnar's POV The water from the shower pounded against my skin, scalding and relentless, but it wasn’t enough. I scrubbed at my arms, my chest, my hands—anything to rid myself of her scent. It clung to me like a brand, a reminder of last night. Of her. Her screams echoed in my head, raw and desperate, piercing through the haze of my denial. The memory of her blood, rich and metallic, filled my senses. I clenched my jaw, forcing the thoughts away, but they kept coming. Her pleading voice. The way she looked at me—like I had shattered her entire world. Stop. Just stop. I pressed my palms against the cold tile, breathing heavily. My wolf remained silent, his absence a void I didn’t know how to fill. Since the moment I rejected her, he’d retreated, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. No growls. No snarls. Not even a whisper. I gritted my teeth, shutting off the water abruptly. “Fine,” I muttered, grabbing a towel. “Be mad. See if I care.” But I did care. His silence gnawed at me, a const