Chapter 38

"We're losing it, Snow. We're losing our mate's scent. We have to move fast. We can't lose him again. We can't let him slip away from us again. We have wasted so much opportunity to find our mate; it is our chance to be happy."

As usual, my wolf has been too preoccupied with the scent that was welcoming us when we reached the pack borders, and her conviction that we would eventually find our mate again has been what she has talked about since then.

I mean, is she not getting tired of this? She can only be heartbroken for a couple of hours before returning to claiming that we have a potential mate, which frustrates me so much. Isn't she tired—not just of us running away and draining our energy to reach the pack but also of running away from our mates, who always turned out to be assholes?

I really don't have any p