Chapter Eight
Quillon
I endured the mate bond's pull for a week. A week! Her presence stole my attention; her scent lingers even if I kept my distance. And her voice... Damn, I'm so f*****g doomed.
It was tolerable for the first few days, but our bond kept torturing me, clawing out of my control.
My wolf started to get restless. The effect of resisting the mate bond makes my wolf weak.
It has come to the point that my senses were failing. I kept going out to hunt, but I ended up destroying my prey and leaving its corpse behind in pieces.
At first, working myself out worked, but eventually it ceased to be of help.
There were times when I couldn't sense any presence or hear anything.
Just like right now.
Waking up, I knew my senses were f****d up. My vision is blurry, and I couldn't
