Stryker POV
I WAKE up thinking about Elowen, just like every day for the last six weeks. And just like every day for the last six weeks, I force thoughts of her from my mind.
I’ve been avoiding my mate for weeks now, holding my wolf back and pretending like she doesn’t exist. My wolf is not happy with me, and I’m starting to crack.
I hate being at odds with my wolf. We usually get along just fine. I let him out to run when he needs it, and he, in turn, lends me his strength when I need it. His thoughts are my thoughts—his feelings, my feelings. Until Elowen came along.
My wolf is on edge every second of the day, and it’s getting harder to hold him back each time he gets a whiff of her sweet scent. f**k, I don’t know how much more of this I can take, but I don’t know what else to do.
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