Jason POV
I release a disgruntled sigh as I stare at Carina’s chickens. I miss my cat. Chasing chickens is not nearly as satisfying as stroking a cat. Petting chicks does nothing for my mood.
Absentmindedly, I kick a rock out of the way as I stroll to the bench under a tree and take a seat. Ever since I met Eric, he has been all I have thought about. Every time I close my eyes, I can feel his lips on mine and my body instantly reacts. It is so frustrating! I have not practised so much self-love since I was a hormonal teenager and saw Taylor Lautner as a werewolf in a movie - which is kind of ironic since my mate is a wolf. One can argue it is a dream come true, but what is the use if I cannot see him?
“Are you wallowing in self-pity?” Carina smiles as she joins me.
“Are you all glowing
