Zayd took a long, deep breath, smelling the air that wafted calmly around him. His wolf was on the
edge these days, just like him, anxiety has slowly been eating away at its heart.
It missed her, they both did...and perhaps that's why he stood by the pack borders of the silver
moon pack, looking past the trees and at nothing in particular. He was scared to cross the line,
afraid to look in her eyes after what he'd done.
It had taken him so much time and effort to get to her heart, and he'd been the one to weasel
himself out because of petty jealousy and a raging anger.
He should've treated the situation differently that night...if he had, then he wouldn't be here with a
hole in his heart wondering if she'd be forgiving enough to take him back with opened arms.
He knew she wouldn't...but he couldn't help but hope. All the promises he'd made, he broke them
in one night, tarnishing her trust and ruining their bond. He could barely feel it anymore...has she...
has she already given up?
Zayd clenched his teeth around the backpack in his mouth, the red eyes of his wolf casting down
onto the earth. He wondered if he'd only come here to embarrass himself...when he crossed this
border, he wondered what he'd see...what he'd hear...
Would he find her with him?
He should've never left her, instead of breaking his promises, he should've stayed and talked it
through...but what is done is already done, he cannot take it back, all he could do was regret it.
He took a left turn, heading in the direction of Derrickâs house, until he was able to smell her scent.
That beautiful mixture of lotus flower and pine tree calmed his beating heart, but eleven nights ago,
it had done the opposite.
It had riled him up to no end...her heat had made the scent more fragrance; much sweeter and he'd
followed it in delight only to find her with that fool.
Zayd found it hard to understand him, he'd rejected her and found someone else, and yet still, it
was a hassle for him to let her go.
It was annoying and if not before, Zayd wanted so bad to rip him apart now.
But if ever he comes between them again, Zayd knew the will to control his anger would be gone.
Zayd stopped when he made it in front of the house, rethinking all the decisions he'd recently
made. Was it sensible to go to her tonight? But if not now, then when?
Taking another deep breath, he walked up the porch, ready to knock on the door when he heard
muffled sobs, sobs he was sure drifted from Quinn.
His heartbeat picked up and instead of knocking, he twisted the knob open, rushing inside. When
he made it to Quinn's room, her mother was just exiting and the moment she saw him, her mouth
dropped open. âShe is...well she...â
Zayd pushed past her, not really caring about what she had to say right now. It was Quinn who was
important, Quinn who he desperately wanted to see.
Pushing her room door open, his eyes searched for her, finding her seated on her bed; crying,
brokenly crying...was it perhaps because of him?
He closed the door behind him and reluctantly walked inside, stooping in front of her. âQuinn. little
red, what's wrong?â