I had been for a walk to grab myself a coffee, and also to give Aria a little space. Now she was awake, I did not want to overwhelm her with my presence. Especially when she seemed completely unaware of who I was to her. It gave me the opportunity to attempt to compose myself too... get a control of my emotions... because they seemed to be so all over the place right now, and with my wolf so in and out... usually missing, having been so since soon after Aria had been hurt, I struggled to cope. It was in dealing with all of this that I had realized just how much I had relied upon my wolf. Upon, Ciro.
And, it would appear Ciro depended upon his mate to level and calm him more than we ever realized too. It can be said a werewolf can become rabid when they lose their fated mate... lose their
