About ten minutes passed before Edmund gathered him together and came back to me.
"Calm down? When I saw him coming, I would have said a word or two to him, but I could not forbear to say anything more cruel than Edmund's grief-stricken face.
He silently pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me, just quietly gazing at me, the deep love in his eyes that I could not ignore, but reason reminded me incomparably clear that I already have a mate, and that this werewolf was a man with whom I could have no greater connection.
We looked at each other speechless, and it took a while before Edmund spoke, "Impossible."
His voice was hoarse, like he was gritting his teeth to maintain his last decency after a terrible blow.
The word "impossible" had no end, but I knew exactly what he was referri
