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My suspicion was confirmed at the ceremony. I seldom heard from Grant after that accident. Seeing him in a wheelchair, I felt a pang of sympathy. Three months, so much had changed. He looked sullen, devoid of joy, as if someone swallowed his souls. Wanda’s mother looked really worried. She seemed not happy at all.
She asked Wanda to have an abortion as soon as she heard about the pregnancy.
Even though Grant had broken up with me, she knew he still cared about me. No matter what Wanda did, it wouldn’t change anything. His wolf couldn’t hide love to Rosie. It wasn’t something he could simply turn off, no matter how much time passed. Besides, Grant was going to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. She was really worried that Grant might change his mind.
To her surprise, Grant agreed to marry Wanda. For the wedding, she did her best to look calm. She took Wanda’s hand to Grant, wishing that he would treat Wanda well.
He didn’t reach out, however. Just as her face darkened, Wanda walked to Grant and pushed him to the officiant.
Despite the accident, the ceremony proceeded. Many events were removed due to Grant’s condition, but not the ring exchange. Grant held the ring, staring at it. It was the ring he bought with Rosie.
Now the wedding was happening, but his bride wasn’t her.
Wanda waited, her smile faltering. Then, he murmured.
“Rosie, will you marry me?”
Her smile vanished. But with so many people watching, she couldn’t leave. She reminded him,“Grant, the rings.”
He snapped back to reality and put the ring on her finger.
I saw his distraction. It wasn’t Wanda he was thingking about–it was me, the female werewolf he had lost. His wolf had never let go, and neither had he. Perhaps only when people lose will they cherish.
I remembered the fortune–telling card from the reunion.
Desire leads to disappointment; detachment leads to fulfillment.
