“I thought I could endure. I thought I could hold on until she was safely back in my arms. I thought a lot of crap that just wasn’t true. Now here I am, falling apart, dying inside.” ~Costin
Costin held the phone in his shaking hand. Fur sprouted on his flesh as he fought to keep his wolf in check.
“Costin?” Decebel’s voice rumbled on the other end.
“I know it’s early,” he began.
“Don’t worry about that. Are you alright?”
Costin was shaking his head and then realized his Alpha would need words. “No.” He didn’t mean to growl but his wolf was the one that responded. The wolf was done. He was done waiting for someone else to find her. He was done allowing the man to be in control.
“I need someone to care for my pup,” he told him.
“Is Titus alright?” The concern in Decebel’s voice would
