Days pass here at the Crimsonhide pack territory and with each day I find myself more keen to leave. My mate seems to always get himself busy with things he does not share with me, and the itch of having him closer grows more and more and is only left unsatisfied as I go to bed alone and usually wake up, such as alone in my old bed. Today was different though. As soon as I wake, Seth was in my room, packing my things. He’s shirtless and only in a pair of pants as he tosses another item in my luggage.
“What are you doing?” I manage to mutter as I push myself up on my elbows, watching him.
He stops and turns to look at me, as if he did not expect me to be awake just yet.
“I’m helping you pack-” he speaks calmly and fishes something else from my nightstand to put in the luggage.
“And wh
