Derrick
Three days.
Three days since I’d heard her voice.
Three days since she’d smiled at me.
I missed my mate, and my wolf hadn’t made a sound. I knew that he was mourning the loss of what could be. It felt strange to feel so empty in my own head. Not to have the constant presence of my wolf. Comforting and familiar.
I couldn’t ask my pack about this, there wasn’t one. Yes, there was a pack that I was technically part of. But my alpha was fine with me being less involved than most. An alpha was an alpha, no matter where he was. If I was away, then there was no struggle for him if lesser wolves felt drawn to me.
Drake would probably be fine if I called him, but I didn’t want to put this on his shoulders. He already had so much to deal with. A mate with fierce morning sickness couldn
