And now, as much as I understood I shouldn't have let it go so far, I also understood it would not help his mentality for me to constantly be telling him I was going to leave. For now, we just needed to get through the next four weeks on friendly terms, and I would face our goodbye when the time came. I decided to change the subject.
"Did Alpha Cyril and your mother complete the ceremony?" I asked curiously.
The abrupt change in his demeanor was startling. Tension rolled through his body. His spine went rigid. He let me go and backed away. I spun around to face him. "I'm sorry! You don't have to answer that."
He'd lost his mother about six months before we met. Apparently, it was still a tough subject for him.
He stared with darkened eyes. It was like he was staring at me but also star
