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Delilah. What was I thinking? What was I thinking? Why couldn’t I control myself from Thorn and how did his presence make me completely fold. It was automatic—as if he didn’t have to do too much. I pace from one corner of the room to the opposite. I’m going back to the thoughts of everything I felt and how my heart has hardened at the voice of that woman. And what was that she said? Thorn said he wasn’t in love with me? Is that a game or a joke? I returned to the Moonsdale pack, hoping to not have to speak or converse with her. There is a boiling anger in me due to the fact that someone is encircling my mate. He is my mate and even if we are at odds with each other. We are still mates and I’m nearing the line of retaliation. But I shouldn’t. I told myself that I do not care what Thorn