He didn’t actually know if she was okay. Irate? Yes. Beautifully angry on his behalf? Absolutely. But okay? That, Kris couldn’t exactly process through. His last memories of his mate had been a toss of being pressed up against her side, trying to sort through the trauma she was obviously going through, the demon that tried to control her, and being pushed out of her life. All of which was physically and mentally draining for himself.
He couldn’t possibly understand what she was going through but she couldn’t possibly be fine…
Kris strained to look above him, hoping that she was close, that if the ground opened he’d be graced with her beauty, there where he stood.
“Unrealistic,” his alpha muttered, to which Kris wished he could elbow him.
“Don’t act like you’re not excited,” Kris mur
