Zayd took a long, deep breath, smelling the air that wafted calmly around him. His wolf was on the edge these days, just like him, anxiety has slowly been eating away at its heart.
It missed her, they both did…and perhaps that’s why he stood by the pack borders of the silver moon pack, looking past the trees and at nothing in particular. He was scared to cross the line, afraid to look in her eyes after what he’d done.
It had taken him so much time and effort to get to her heart, and he’d been the one to weasel himself out because of petty jealousy and a raging anger.
He should’ve treated the situation differently that night…if he had, then he wouldn’t be here with a hole in his heart wondering if she’d be forgiving enough to take him back with opened arms.
He knew she wouldn’t…but
