Aaron POV
The whiskey burns going down but it does nothing to dull the ache in my heart.
Three days. It's been three f*****g days since that girl invaded my camp and I still can't get her out of my head. What is even worse and pathetic is the fact that I can't get rid of the ache in my chest that started the moment our eyes met and hasn't stopped since.
I pour another glass, staring at the maps spread across my desk.
Maps of supply routes and the security pattern of my father's defenses.
They are everything I need to plan the next raid.
Despite staring at them for the past hour, I can't seem to focus at all.
Not when my mind keeps replaying that single moment that our eyes met.
Mate.
My wolf has been screaming that word since that night.
I still remember how the bond snapped
