AuroraHe’s bleeding profusely, holding his face while he trembles on the floor like a wet dog. My wolf is pleased with the sight, leaping over him before he can heal and trailing up the cellar stairs. She’s not careful or quiet, barging down the hall until met with the metal barracks built into the packhouse. It’s the place I was first kept and it still smells of Luke.My wolf presses against the door, flinging the first one open, seeing Luke standing erect against the back wall. His eyes are wide in shock, then in fear, before they settle on my eyes and I feel my best friend ease at the sight of my wolf. She howls unexpectedly, the noise sure to wake up every member of this traitorous pack.Luke doesn’t s
AuroraHe’s in pain and I hate to witness it.Of course I feel a small pang of guilt over him rejecting the royal pack. He is doing it because of me. I watch him hold his breath and try to remain still, my wolf wondering if this is how he felt when I decided to reject him as a mate. He shuts his eyes, scrunching them tightly closed and trying to steady his rapid breathing.His hands form into fists into his lap, the notion making me worried, and I pull back just a little. He whimpers. The royal prince of the king Alpha whimpers when I move away from him. It overshadows my fear an di press myself into his side, inhaling his scent and feeling his arm curl around my back, holding me to his side as she trembles.The moment flees as fast as it had arrived. He releases a deep breath, opening his eyes that are brewing with tears and almost collapses back into the sand, catching himself with his free hand while his other arm keeps me close.I bring my hand to his cheek, reaching slowly and ca