61. Feral
Zander
I had been trailing Mara for days, staying just far enough back that she wouldn’t feel smothered but close enough to keep her safe. Also, I didn't want Marcus knowing that I was following her because this has become the only way I could be and feel close to her.
Every time I saw her small figure walking alone, my chest tightened. She looked thinner and tired. The loneliness in her posture mirrored the ache in my own bones. I wanted nothing more than to walk up to her, pull her into my arms, and never let go. But I honored the distance. For now.
That morning started like the others. I watched from across the street as she left the apartment for a short walk. She moved carefully, eyes scanning her surroundings. Smart girl. I stayed in the shadows, blending in with early
