Archer’s P.O.V.
After a run of about 40 minutes, I found myself feeling restless. My wolf was begging me to go back to the house and check up on Bec and Nikki. And after debating a bit back and forth, and my wolf was basically begging me to go back, or threatening to bite my own head off, I agreed with my wolf and quickly ran back towards the house where we would be spending the night. I hoped that Bec would be able to give me a chance to at least explain myself about earlier. Words weren’t my strongest asset, especially around Bec. She made my head turn all foggy when she was around. But I at least had to try, for her. For the both of us. I had made an oath to be the best mate that I could possible be and to protect the future Luna of the Grey pack. I was not backing out now. Not over on
