I saw the broken look within his eyes the moment I declared that I wanted to go home. I don’t think it was a look I had seen in him before. Zaine had always been open with me about his struggles. Yet never in that time had I seen him this low. But now we sat in silence, neither one knowing what else to say. Despite me explaining my reasons why, neither one of us knew how to continue. How to solve what had been said. I think Zaine knew my reasons without me sharing them, but I told him all the same, despite my wolf whimpering in my mind...
Zaine stood from the bench, running his hand through his thick, dark hair. “Do you want to go back to the house and call your Dad?” He suggested, no emotion showing in his voice now. There was an almost woodenness to his voice. A falseness that put me on
