I couldn't count on my fingers and toes the number of times that Jaxon and I didn't talk to each other after that night. No voices interrupted our contact to show that there was a spark of tension between us.
If I were to be honest, I would admit that I felt a kind of gloominess that I had never felt before, even when I left the Shadow Moon Pack could not compare to this strange emotion.
In addition, I was unaware of how rapidly time flew by because the two of us avoided one another. Despite the passage of autumn, summer, winter, and the impending arrival of spring, I had not heard from him at all.
A sharp needle pierced my heartbeat again, so I couldn't help but asked myself, 'Should I accept the prick of a thorn in my chest?'
Who was really to blame regarding of what transpired betwe
