The past few days had been hell; everywhere I looked, I felt her so close yet so far. There were various problems in the pack that required my full attention, but all I could think about was her.
Madson.
My Madson.
I had come so close to officially claiming her as mine, but I had hesitated, I had refused.
"We lost her forever," grumbled my wolf in my consciousness.
"She'll come back; we just need to tidy up the house first," I replied, twisting the leaf in my hand.
No matter how many times I looked at the numbers, nothing added up. I couldn't come up with strategies and new security methods while my Madson was so far away.
I knew she had been hurt by our intimacy, felt less like a female because I had come so close to marking her, but I couldn't tell her the truth.
Not yet.
Not fo
