"Impossible. She's our mate and hasn't rejected us yet," my wolf said, but I shut him out, knowing he was trying to support Gemini and get my hopes up.
Beta Yohan sits on his usual seat with a nod in my direction and starts to pile food on his plate, blissfully oblivious to the tension sizzling in the room.
A few minutes pass, with all of us silently chewing, and Beta Yohan cracks the silence like he always does.
"She's not still talking to you?" He asks, looking at me, looking at me.
I shrug, moving my eyes in the direction of Gemini.
"I am," Gemini, who heard Yohan's question, answered, making me out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Even if it's a single word, her voice washes over me like cold water on the hottest day, feeding my greedy senses, which were deprived of
