‘What are you doing? You can't break the shields!’ I hissed.
‘I’m sure I won't go feral just for breaking the shield for a few minutes to talk to you,’ he muttered, closing his eyes. There was a long scar from his right eye down to his chin. It was one of the last injuries he had sustained a year ago. ‘Are you holding up fine?’ He asked again.
‘I am,’ I grumbled, turning off the fire for the soup and focusing on the staple. ‘And you? How is your leg?’
‘Same as always,’ he let out a humorless laugh. ‘I want to be with her, always have, but I'm not even sure she deserves a man like you and a crippled lycan about to go feral as mates. She deserves so much more.’
I nodded in agreement, because while we may both want to hold onto this bond, it is too good to be true.
If we continue talking
