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Running through the wood was all I could do. Logan was in pain, but so was I. Both of us had fallen for our mate.
Keeping my thoughts in check, I kept running between trees and tried to sniff out our mate.
The mere thought of her being out there alone was frightening, but it was the fact that she left without even talking to Logan that got me. I was heartbroken, too, but also annoyed that she would leave us.
"We should have told her," Logan muttered, moving closer to the surface as I slowed and trotted to the lake.
I said nothing. I knew he was right.
Wolves only have one mate. Well, that's what stories back in the day used to say. We would never reject or harm our mate. We love them conditionally and will always find a way to be with them, and that's what was driving me right no
