-Wylder-
It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on work. I needed my mate. Dayton’s constant pacing inside me was driving me slowly crazy. He seemed like a caged animal, unwilling to find rest until we were reunited with our mate. It was challenging to devise a plan with him constantly pacing like that.
“Would you stop?” I finally yelled, seated at my desk in my office.
What?
“Pacing for Goddess’s sake!” I growled.
Dayton appeared surprised, as if he hadn’t even noticed he was pacing. He finally lay down, his head on his paws, looking like a broken puppy.
I want her back.
“I know, I do too, but I can’t think when you keep pacing! I need to come up with a plan, and you’re making it very damn hard for me!”
Dayton huffed, then turned his head away, creating a barrier between
