“Francesca…”
Jonas stared down at his phone as if it had burst into flames.
He was in the room he had chosen as his own at Elizabeth’s childhood home, and it had been so long since they left the pack that he didn’t think he would ever hear from Francesca again.
He had been tense anyway because they were concerned by the fact they were not sure if they were going to be safe during the full moon, but seeing her name on the screen filled him with dread.
The call rang out.
A lump stuck in his throat and he felt a chill because he knew that Francesca would not try to contact him unless something was wrong. This was not going to be a tearful plea for him to come back or even an angry rant about him abandoning her there.
He was scared of speaking to her again - he knew that he had hurt her
