#Chapter 215: Rat Race

Logan In the dead of night, the silence of my room felt oppressive, almost as if there was a tangible weight on my chest. It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and yet I wasn’t even close to finding sleep. My mind was a battlefield, thoughts of Ella, her past, and her reluctance to trust me swirling in a relentless storm. I wanted to empathize, to understand her pain, but frustration clawed at me. How could I make her see that I had changed, that my feelings for her were genuine? “Perhaps you were a little too harsh with her,” my wolf said as I laid there. “Maybe walking out wasn’t the appropriate thing to do.” I let out a soft sigh. “I know,” I said under my breath as I ran a hand through my hair. “But I didn’t know what else to do. After all this time, she only sees me as a manipulator who’s trying to take advantage of her.” “I know it hurts, Logan,” my wolf replied after a beat of silence. “But look at it from her perspective: you’re still racing against your brot