“Raya… honestly, I don’t know how long I can last.”
Raya’s chest tightened, her paws hitting the ground with more force than necessary.
“Zola, not now,” she warned.
“You don’t get it.” Her wolf’s voice was strained, pained. “The bond… the proximity… it’s driving me mad. I’m trying for your sake, I swear it, but I feel like I’m going feral.”
Raya gritted her teeth.
She knew. She knew exactly what her wolf meant because she was feeling the same thing.
“There’s a reason why, after the bond is acknowledged, no one can resist more than three months without making a decision—acceptance or rejection,” Zola added.
Raya felt her stomach drop.
Three months.
They had passed that deadline over a week ago.
“I know,” she whispered, though it was more to herself than to Zola.
“Do you? Because
