Vera's pov
His eyes keep my nights sleepless and days restless, messing with my brain.
And my wolf is not helping me either way.
Trust mate. He will protect us.
I don't need his protection. I am capable of doing it myself.
Rubbing my forehead in frustration, I try to distract myself when his last words keep resonating.
Forget him, or I will make you.
Possessive, dominating, controlling and egoistic.
He was just like others. Who said he was different?
Putting on my leather jacket, I ran towards the forest.
I can't shift; the risk of anyone seeing my wolf form is very dangerous.
So I walked, enjoying the silence of the night.
An hour later, I was returning when my wolf sensed something.
The forest's aura was changing, and I closed my eyes, sensing the silence.
Thud ...thud...t
