My breath hitched as my eyes caught sight of Max, sitting there, staring silently into the void. He was always like that—sometimes, he would slip into moods I couldn't understand.
In the past, I thought it was normal, but now I see that it wasn't.
Max could be incredibly passionate when he wanted to be, yet just as easily, he could turn cold and distant.
He was still staring off into the distance. I wasn't sure if he had noticed my presence, but I knew he could sense me from afar if he wanted to—wolves could. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to enter the room. The moment I stepped forward, Max immediately turned to me, his gaze locking onto mine, freezing me in place.
"Innes," he called, his voice low, lacking the harshness from before.
He was just staring at me, his eyes cold.
My heart ached a little. I wished—just for once—that he would look at me with even a sliver of love, the way he used to.
"Max," I called, stepping forward as my courage grew.
