XAVIER
Xavier barely held back his wolf from answering his mate. He was on the deck of his private quarters in their pack house. Looking out at the dark forest at three in the morning, reliving every minute he first saw the Witch King until the moment he fled from him.
"Mate.."
Xavier couldn't stop the painful howl that escape from him and it likely filtered all over the pack land.
He dropped down on his knees, breathing hard from the fight he was having with his wolf. He wouldn't go to his mate. He wouldn't answer his calls. That's why his wolf is tearing him apart because of it. The Wolf wanted to go out. To comfort our mate. But Xavier is preventing it from doing so.
Xavier wasn't ready to make the commitment. He had responsibilities. He needed time. But his wolf is making it his
