~Charly~
Something was wrong. Noah hadn't spoken to me, not once, and I was scared something had happened. My jewel box started hovering by my side, and I felt Basty in my head. "Breathe, Charlotte, breathe." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then let it out. I tried once again to contact Noah and was met with silence again.
He did this for only two reasons: anger or official pack business. "Well, the other pack is there," Basty tried to comfort me, knowing I was more hung up on the first reason. "Noah is your mate, and after what that kid did to us, he deserved everything your mate did to him and more." I shook my head, grabbing the jewel box and lowering it.
"But not killing him. That was a bit too much, don't you think?" I asked my spirit animal.
"If it were me, I would…" I
