-Casimir POV-
Lighting up another cigarette, I stare out into nothing while Sebastian mewls over everything. Taking a long drag, I blow out the smoke, thinking of what my Maeve is dreaming about. I don’t feel good being this far away from her. My skin is crawling, and I feel like my fangs want to rip into something.
“I feel like my head is going to explode with all of this information,” Sebastian says with a strained voice.
“Hmm, I would lean on your mate, Hazel. She can help you through your journey of growth. You are going to become the Werewolf King, and the first thing you need to learn is how to rely on your mate. Break the cycle. Rewrite the mistake that was written so long ago. Now, excuse me. I need to get to my own mate.”
“Of course. Thank you, Casimir.”
I nod at him be
