Parker POV
“She does not come here again. Do you understand? That was….horrible of her. Absolutely horrible of her. My mate has been,” I bite my lip, not able to finish my sentence. I’ve been yelling at my dad on the phone for the last ten minutes and I don’t feel any better. I still want to kill both of them for doing that to my mate tonight.
Carli is currently in our room crying into her pillow, not wanting to talk to me or even move. She is trying to go numb and I can see her slipping into her depression once again, which scares me. I wanted to be 100% sure and take her to the doctor later this week, but I can faintly pick up the change in her scent. It’s a dangerous time for her body if I’m right in my assumptions to be so stressed and in a whirlwind of negative emotions.
“She was
