2.8

Elelira POV

Looking around at all the familiar faces, I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed that he isn’t there. I was so nervous as we sailed in. Truth be told, I’ve been nervous and worried for days now. I have barely slept the past few days. Beretta gave me some special tea she used to drink to help her pass out when she was suffering because of her ex-mate, but even that rarely helped. I would pass out quickly, but then have lucid dreams of the last moments I was in this pack and the horror I felt seeing my mate with that horrid woman.

Is that where he is at now? With that woman?

“We should have skinned her alive before we left,” Val grumbled in my head, resting on the surface, ready to spring forward to defend me against anyone who tries to hurt me. “It’s never too late.”

“We don’t even know if they have been together since we left. We haven’t felt the pains,” I reminded her.

“We won’t feel them unless he touches her. He could just be touching himself for now and wa