Zique laid and watched as the darkness around him turned into light. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t. There was too much on his mind; the pack and of course Kiara.

He was contemplating just what to do and how to do it. It was hard, he didn’t know what or rather who to care for more. The pack or Kiara; one of the two had to get hurt depending on his decision, and that’s exactly what made it so hard for him.

He had hurt Kiara so much in the past, he shouldn’t even be thinking of hurting her again, but he was an alpha, his pack was suppose to be put even before himself.

She had to be the one who got hurt...but he really didn’t want to hurt her anymore.

Sighing, he turned to look at her beautifully sleeping form. She’ll probably cry more today than she did yesterday...his poor, little innocent princess...she’ll hate him.

Shuffling closer, he clung to her, feeling pitiful, helpless and anxious. He loved her so much, she was the very reason why he wanted to live, to change his future and yet t