Addie’s P.O.V.
Ever since I had run out of the tent, I had been consumed by pain, anger and grief. Pain, over not knowing what was happening to Ash at the moment, we were not claimed and mated yet, so therefore I couldn't sense where he was, nor could I mind link him and ask him if he was OK, or even alive. Anger, because I was so angry that our lives had led up to this point, where my mate was fighting, maybe even for his life, and anger for myself, absolutely hating myself, over the last few words that I had said to the love of my life. Words that had hurt him to the core. Ash had done nothing but defend me, and I had done nothing but hurt him, and I would hate myself for it for the rest of my life. And lastly, grief, over the fact that there was a real chance that I would lose my mate
