-Wylder-
It had been two days since I marked my little mate, and I enjoyed all the time we spent together, relishing in the intimacy of our connection. Everything felt heightened now that we had marked each other.
Yet I couldn’t shake off the conversation I had with Zeke. It lingered in my mind, persistent as ever. Seeking solace, I went out early for a run while Helena still slept, hoping the physical exertion would ease my troubled thoughts.
Even as the rain began to fall, I didn’t stop running. I pushed myself until my lungs burned, yet still, I found myself pondering and endlessly contemplating.
“You know you’ll work yourself to death,” I teased my uncle as we sat in the kitchen.
It was very late. He had forgotten all about joining the pack for dinner. My uncle laughed as I poured
