LARA'S POV
The festival concluded with a nasty flavor lingering in the air. Adam, my mate, walked away from me without a single glance back. He refused to hear me out, shutting off any attempt at explanation.
As I watched him disappear into the trees, a deep ache fell in my chest. My packmates exchanged glances, unaware of what had transpired between us. The setback in the festival seemed to widen the distance between us. I couldn't let things finish like way. Swallowing my dignity, I chased after Adam.
The leaves crunched beneath my paws as I came up with him, striving to match his rapid pace. „Adam, please, we need to talk,“ I urged, my voice quivering with desperation. He didn't slow down, his attention locked ahead. „There's nothing to talk about, Lara.“
" The festival made it a
