"Vicky..."
"I'm tired." I replied in an emotionless voice. The distance between us was obvious and for the first time, Rowan seemed to truly notice it.
Although, the bond between mates was still there but something else wasn't. Could I call it trust?
Rowan remained by the bedside for several minutes trying to start a conversation that already died before it started.
Eventually, silence filled the room and finally, I excused myself and disappeared into the adjoining washroom simply to escape him.
I needed room to breathe so I could remember who I was before everything became about Rowan.
When I emerged several minutes later, the room appeared empty while relief flooded through me.
Just as I was about to lay on the bed, the room was suddenly slammed open while a furious she-wolf marc
