VIKTOR.
I watch in horror and despair as she walks away from me, not even turning once to look at me.
Jhenelle does.
She keeps turning to me with tears in her eyes, as if she is begging to not let her go.
Begging me to hold on to them.
But I don't know how to.
How do I reach her when she never really opened her heart to me.
“By trying,” my wolf answers. “You keep trying.”
“You don't understand. She-”
‘I don't have to and I don't want to. The only thing I know is that she is our mate and we will never be okay without her. Don't let her go.`”
“You heard her. She doesn't want to see me.”
“And? You are just going to give in? Like that? When did you get so weak?”
“I am not weak! I just… I have never been in a situation like this. In a place where the stakes are so high.”
“How high?
