THREE DAYS BEFORE
Greg stormed out of the room. He didn't want to stay there a second longer because he felt like he was about burst into tears. He needed a clear mind and he needed perspective.
His feet stomped on the ground, and several werewolves stepped aside as they saw him striding. He was angry. At Connor who had made this decision without even talking to him ahead, but especially at him.
He knew very well that if his fiancé had made this decision it was because the situation demanded it. The world they had always known was falling apart because of Black, and everyone was looking for a way to get rid of the dark wizard. He knew it. He knew it and yet.
