Birdie's POV:
At night, I cry my eyes out.
It's been a week in the lycan pack. During the days, I'm put to work as a maid. I would say it's better than my life at Obsidian pack, at least this time I wasn't being abused by my psychotic mate.
But he was still my mate.
And my heart ached for him. My weak wolf cried out to her mate, when the night was cold and heavy, and all but silence to keep us company. The mate bond that still existed between us pulsed strongly. And I wished, really wished that for a moment he had rejected me before he put me through all that pain. I tried, on my own, to reject him and be free of the pain. It didn't work. If anything, when I spoke those words the pain intensified.
I gave up trying to reject Odin. My best guess was the distance between us. Sometimes a
