Soren's POV:
When I woke up the following day, I lay in bed for an hour, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t trust myself to think logically or reasonably. Everything in me wanted to run and check on Melrose. I felt an ache in my chest from the lack of her presence. The mate bond was roaring within me, keeping me from peace. Not to mention, Xaroth was pacing, howling, whining, clawing, and scratching to get out.
I struggled to convey to my beast the delicate concept of "space" we were trying to grant our mate, but he didn’t understand. In the realm of mate bonds, the notion of space was nonexistent. Yet, here I am—my mate, my other half, is in anguish. Fighting against the very threads that hold us together: our bond.
I have no idea how to continue my day, wrestling with these feelings of
