Alvin’s pov
I sat in the bath tub, feeling sore. Since the day Jemima left, the pack is been handled my Zach and goddess knew that he was trying. I couldn’t do a dime thin on my own and was stressing the new father to take over my pack.
After several attempt to call out to Jemima to no avail, I poured all of her lavender oil in water and soaked it together with rose flowers. You can as well say my madness had set in.
I sat there, playing with the rose and water as if it would count but it didn’t when a pull in the line that connect Jemima with me together was tugged.
It wasn’t that she is dead, no.
The pull happened again and instinctively, I called out her name in the mind link, hoping she’s the one pulling the thread.
“Jemima luv,” Ryder merged with me this time. We both have high
