Mason POV
I run until my chest burns before I slow down. I trot to the river and my black wolf’s reflection ripples away as I lean over and drink.
This has been my routine for the past three weeks. I will get up before dawn, run to clear my head and rest before returning home. So far, I have successfully managed to keep Carina at home and out of sight, but I do not think it will last much longer. I have occupied her with her chickens and ponies and whatever she could possibly think of. I brought her mother over for a visit and Eloise has moved in. We finished the nursery together and I am working from home.
I understand her need to find Cybil and know she would not do anything irresponsible, but I cannot calm my fears. There are so many what-ifs and maybes that will result in me losing
