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way. Please believe me when I say that my intentions were never to hurt you." Jackson's expression reflected the sincerity of his words, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I understand if you need time. I'll respect your decision, Amber. I just hope you can see past this mistake and understand why I didn't reveal this part of me sooner." **** It's been a week since I confronted Jackson, the revelation of his identity as a werewolf haunting my thoughts every single day. The pain of betrayal still lingered, but amid the hurt, an undeniable ache for his presence tugged at my heart. I was hurt but I missed him. As the days passed, the tug of longing grew stronger, a persistent ache that refused to fade. Unable to resist the pull any longer, I found myself drawn to the place where I knew I might find Jackson; the quiet spot near the sea where we often sought solace together. The air crackled with tension as I spotted him in the distance, his figure a familiar yet distant silhouette against the setting sun. Emotions churned within me as I approached, uncertainty mingling with the remnants of hurt that still lingered. "Amber," Jackson's voice broke the silence, the weight of remorse evident in his tone. "I didn't expect to see you here." I hesitated for a moment, struggling with the conflicting emotions that swirled within. "I missed you," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored my own turmoil. "I've missed you too," he confessed, his gaze shifting as if searching for the right words. "I've given you space, respecting your need for time to process everything." His acknowledgment of my feelings softened my resolve. "I want to understand," I began tentatively, the hurt still raw but the yearning for clarity stronger. "I need to know why