Two weeks later.
I roll over to the other side of my bed and open my eyes. It has been two weeks, and I'm completely losing it. My wolf is getting aggressive each day, and it's harder to control him. The mate bond isn't something mere like a relationship where two humans break up and forget each other. It is deep and painful. The pain and ache it causes to my soul every day is too much.
I wrinkle my nose at the wonderful scent that is coming from downstairs. It's only 6 a.m., and someone is cooking. It is certainly not Melo because she doesn't care about anyone else. She is always in hurry, and she only thinks about making herself breakfast. This was something Ariella liked to do.
Maybe it is her.
"f**k, am I dreaming?" I grumble to myself and get up to see what's going on.
"No, you a
