“He looked at her, a scared boy in a man-wolf’s body. “I love you Sophie,” he breathed. “I love everything about you. Even the terrible parts of you. They’re as beautiful as the good parts. I knew from the moment I met you that I couldn’t love anyone else. Not like I love you. I tried, Sophie. I tried to let you go. But love doesn’t give you that choice. Not real love. At least you’ll know now. That your story had a happy ending all along. That you had true love. Always.”
