CARAMIA:
The rest of the day I find myself pacing absentmindedly around the pack house, worried about my mate. I wish I had a way to communicate with her, to ask if she’s alright. There is still so much I want to discuss with her. Our future together, if she even wanted one.
Rex finds me pacing up and down the balcony where I had been pacing the night my Father died. “Have you considered my offer?” He asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“I need more time to discuss it with my mate.” I say, turning away from him and running my hands through my hair in frustration.
“This will cause an uprising if you’re not careful.” He replies in a dangerously low voice.
“All these years I have held onto hope that I would find my mate. Now I have and you want me to push her aside. Haven’t you ever consider
