Madison POV
My tears eventually dried up, as I concentrated on my task, blocking out all thoughts of my mate or of those trying to talk to me in mind-link or banging at the door.
I slowly became absorbed in my work and the world around me faded away until a song came on my headphones.
A soft melody that brought back good memories of my mother, and fresh tears found their way down my cheeks again, but for a whole different reason, I missed Mum for what little I can remember. I remember, except when I attended school, I was always with her, riding on her wolf’s back, as we checked for new tracks on the ground and small broken twigs or leaves and scents in the forest and identifying what could have made the trails we were following, how to hide my scent from others and lots of different li
