Chapter Thirty Nine

French Toast:

Arkyn needed to escape, Conan was howling inside of him needing to be near Alice but he needed air. He didn't know if he had made up the whole thing with Lydia or if it was even possible, that something like that could happen. Her words were haunting him. Was he missing something with Alice? Was she sick? He made his stomach twist and turn inside of him. He made his way out into the hall, hsi eyes going to look towards the kitchen. He felt Conan pull him towards it.

Later. He growled at his wolf.

You need to control yourself. Arkyn growled again.

How are we supposed to know if there's something wrong, if we don't spend time with her? Conan grumbled back.

I need you to let me clear my head. Arkyn snapped back at him.

Arkyn turned on his heels walking away from the direction of the kitchen. Each step he took away from Alice the air felt a little lighter. He felt horrible for feeling that way but right now his head was scattered and he needed to be able to think straight