***Will***
I leave Ella’s house to pick up groceries and grab my things from the hostel. With a few days left before returning to school, we needed supplies, and I wasn’t about to let Ella leave the house until then—not with the threat of Erebus and his rogues still looming.
I’m still reeling from last night—opening up to her, telling her everything, and finding nothing but kindness in return. She hadn’t been angry; instead, she had been thoughtful, understanding. I replay her words about my place in everything, wondering what comes next.
At the supermarket, I grab two premade pizzas—BBQ meat feast and four cheese margarita. Ella loves her carbs.
Her words about the mate bond linger in my mind, stirring something deep inside me. A rush of hope, raw and undeniable. I want Ella, and it k
