“Impossible," Sawyer commented, reaching for more chicken. A servant came by and re-filled their wine glasses.
“But, it's not," said Waverly. “You just have to find your mate."
Sawyer huffed and a small laugh escaped from under his breath. “You don't think I've tried?"
“I never said you didn't," Waverly began. “But you can't really test a bond by locking someone in a room."
Sawyer lingered over his plate. Waverly saw his hands quiver a little before he continued to eat.
“We have to test it, Sawyer. It's the only way you can really save your pack."
He stopped and his knife and fork clanked as they hit the plate. His face was seeped in frustration. “What? And have it fail like the last 10 times? Better women then you have tried."
His words hit Waverly as if they were spear-tipp
