Everyone was either resting in their tents or milling about and talking to one another. I left the camp area and headed into the woods, it was there I found Ruby and Mason, she was crying, and he pulled her into his arms and held her.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her hair.
She nodded and stepped back. “You can’t help it, anyway, if I was only your next best choice, then that means I still have a true mate out there somewhere.”
“Definitely, he just might not be in this pack, that’s all,” Mason smiled.
She seemed calm and content with that, and they made small talk as they headed back towards the camp.
She linked her arm through his, and I tried not let jealousy creep up on me, did I mention us wolves were extremely territorial over our mates? Well, looks like that included us
