Aiden's POV
Watching her run was f*****g torture. Every muscle in her body screamed determination, but her eyes? Dead. Empty. Like she'd rather be anywhere but here with me. My wolf Zeke clawed at my insides, desperate to close the distance between us. The mate bond pulsed between us like a living thing, making my skin crawl with the need to touch her.
"Good pace," I managed, the words tasting like ash in my mouth as she finished her lap.
Sweat made her skin glisten and my fingers itched to touch her. To grab her. To make her look at me like she used to look at Caden. The thought of my brother made my stomach turn. He got to leave, to escape this torture. I was stuck here, watching our mate shut down more every day.
"Next drill?" Her voice was cold enough to freeze hell.
"Take a minut
