She slowly opened the door. It was trashed, and dark.
Leila cleared her throat and began.
-Daniel?
- He is not here. Only me.
The hoarse voice of his wolf responded.
- Miles? Can I talk to Daniel?
- No.
A little worried, she turned to her wolf.
“- Myra, help me.”
They switched, and she-wolf talked.
- Miles? It’s me, Myra.
- Go away. Live me alone.
- I don’t wanna go. I’m your mate. I wanna stay with you.
- We don’t have a mate. Our mate died, and our second chance mate doesn’t want us.
Leila felt sad when the wolf talked.
He was right, she pushed her mate away.
Miles howled again.
Myra talked.
- I’m sorry, but you didn’t understand. It’s not like Leila does not want you, she is scared.
- She does not need us. She is strong, she is independent, she has a child, she c
