Chapter 270: _ The Dark Journal
The shadows in my room stretched longer than usual, painting slow-moving monsters across the walls as the sun bled out behind the hills. This was the evening and another hour without Axel.
I sat cross-legged on my bed, still wearing the oversized hoodie he’d lent me the last time he was here. It smelled like him: earthy and sweet, a bit like pine needles and danger, and I hated how much comfort that gave me, as though it was a substitute for his absence.
I had waited. Waited all day for him. Made excuses for him in my head like a pitiful, love-struck teenager: Maybe he got caught up with pack duties. Maybe something urgent happened. Maybe he didn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget. He cares... right?
The agreement was that he’d come over today. He even promised to get me gifts. Yet, his absence was all I got. It was already a day before the wedding. We needed to plan, to strategize.
His absence would jeopardize this for us. It would ruin all that we had invested in trying to ensure we end up together. What was it now?
Does he suddenly realize how wrong he was to choose an omega over a powerful Luna wolf?
Argh, no.
"Have some faith in your love, María José." I chastised myself.
Axel was nothing like that. He was probably the most straightforward person I had ever met. So what was the problem?
I sighed, and my eyes flicked to the journal sitting beside me like a coiled snake. Rosa’s journal.
The very same one Ignacio had pressed into my hands like it was made of glass and brimstone. His warning still echoed in my skull: You will need strength for what’s in there, María José. More than you think you have.