*Calvin*
She’s hurting, and it’s all my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have worked it out. She was at peace with the thought that her mom was dead. I have too many things rushing through my head at once, and through that, I hurt my mate.
I storm into the bedroom and try to close the door behind me, but she follows me. “Ada, please.” I can already feel my shift starting.
“What happened?” she asks softly.
“I shouldn’t have told anyone,” I yell, immediately regretting it. I can’t yell at her. “I didn’t think she would actually be alive. I don’t know what I thought.”
“This isn’t about my mom,” she tells me. “You were like this before. What happened while you were away?”
“Get out!” I yell, turning away from her. Goddess, I hate who I am right now, but I’m barely in control of my wolf
