Gabriella
"I'll be back soon." He places a soft kiss on my forehead hours later, the sheets sliding off of his body when he sits up.
I reach for him — an automatic response while my wolf wails at having to be separated from her mate yet again. "When?"
He smiles, grabbing my hand to kiss along my knuckles and wrist. "Soon."
I hate that he won't give me an exact time. What does "soon" even mean, anyway? He still hasn't asked me to stay with him in his lands after the ball ends. Nor has he even mentioned anything about presenting me to his pack.
Am I not good enough? Have I done something so wrong that he feels too ashamed to bring me out of the shadows?
My worry over this subject hasn't left me since he first came to me after our run-in at the gardens. I want to be honest with him and
