/-Alora-/
The only sound audible in the forest was the leaves crunching as someone walked past.
Randall went a little ahead and stood, with his huge shoulders hunched up, and glistening under the white beams of the silvery moon.
The tension surrounding him was palpable; a reminder that any thin thread of friendship we had formed would not last.
I tried to follow him, but my muscles were still sore from the mark he left on me. It was unlike anything I had felt before – burning pain combined with some sort of attraction towards him.
Even the mate bond – a connection I’d never really believed in until now – had wormed into my life. I hated it. I hated him. Still, I can’t ignore the odd solace he brought to the despair of mistrust with every visit.
Again, we are approaching.” He commente
