(Millenium's POV)
*Three months after rejection*
'Would you let me turn back now? We have been in wolf form for three months.' I begged my wolf, praying he would cave in. I was nauseated by the taste of fresh deer, rabbits and squirrels. I would prefer to be back in control. How much longer would he think this was acceptable? We were alpha, our pack needed us. We should be with our pack, taking care of them instead of running around like a wild animal.
'Turn back? To what exactly Millenium? The weak human you portrayed? The man who got us beaten for hurting our mate? The man who made us lose our love? You want me to turn back into that?' My wolf hissed, as his pace increased. He didn't stop longer than two hours every forty - eight hours. He was a loose cannon and his anger wasn't reig
