‘Mario, I fear I’m too weak to keep up a conversation. I’m sorry. My wolf links me and then disappears into the back of my head.
Both of us are tired now, secrets and secrets. I’m too drained to even care about why there’s so much bullshit being kept as secrets, so many secrets, and no good reason for me to give a damn why these freaks who are calling themselves my family are making me feel bad for finding out their secrets.
I think I’m free from their old tricks of magic. I think that I don’t care anymore, but I need my mate to feel at peace. I miss her. I’m dead ass tired of everything else, but I’m tired of being kept from secrets that I’m entitled to know about. So I lift my head and make my last contribution to my day before I retreat to sleep or f**k.
Scratching my forehead, I ask
