C175 Junk

Gabe

My wolf and I hadn’t spoken much since our mate had died. He’d been quiet and I had been too busy wallowing in my own pain. I didn’t see his pain or acknowledge the fact that he’d lost his mate too. I didn’t check on him and a wave of guilt washed over me. I’d been a shitty friend to Adea and I’d neglected my wolf.

I promised myself I’d make it up to Felix when we got back to the packhouse