I sniffle, rubbing my eyes as if that will rub away the pain in my chest. My wolf’s voice is gone again, and I can’t help but want to lash out at her. It’s all her fault. I know that she’s just an extension of me, the little voice inside my head, but I can’t help but feel angry at her for constantly pushing me. It’s like she wants everything only her way, no matter what. Even if it hurts me. Aren’t I her? Isn’t she me? If she is just me, and I just her, then I don’t understand why we don’t want the same things. I don’t understand why she is so dead set on something that will hurt me so deeply.
Swallowing hard again, I squeeze my eyes shut, curling into a tight ball in my bed. I want to forget that tonight ever happened. I wish that I had never admitted that Blake was my fated mate. I wish
