Chapter Twenty-Five. Snubbed.
This is the longest journey, other than my flight from America, I have ever taken. Well, not really, but it sure feels like it is.
I cannot stop thinking about my mate, and my eagerness to see her again, to put right the wrongs I have done, and explain my actions to her, is making every minute feel like an hour. Seriously, I keep checking my watch, thinking hours have gone by, and it is only five minutes.
Apollo is not helping, he is howling in my head, so much so, that I have what I can only describe as a migraine coming on. Not that werewolves get migraines, but from what I have heard about the phenomenon, it is what I guess it would feel like.
My wolf is pissed, and I do not blame him one little bit. I am pissed. Pissed at myself, for not giving my
