Lennox's POV
Golden stood still like a statue. His face had gone pale, almost gray. I could see the fear in his eyes… fear of losing me… fear of losing me… fear of obeying the very order I had given him.
"Golden…" my voice cracked, "this is not life. Not for me."
He shook his head. "Alpha—"
"I said listen to me." I swallowed hard, trying not to cry again. "I have no wolf. My legs are useless. I can't stand. I can't fight. I can't lead. I can't protect anything." I looked down at my shaking hands. "I can't even protect my own pride."
Golden clenched his jaw, but I continued.
"And Olivia…" My heart twisted. "She is not mine anymore. So tell me… what am I living for?"
Golden whispered, barely breathing, "You are not useless."
I let out a bitter laugh—if it could even be called that. It was more like a broken exhale. "Listen. Are you going to help me or not?"
He froze. Completely silent.
My voice hardened. "Golden. Are you helping me… or not?"
