Mendoza
'So this is it? You will just give up on our mate?' My wolf whimpered.
I quickly ignored him before I got any fancy ideas.
The room I’d called mine for the last three years was large luxurious walls, single huge bed, a scarred wooden dresser, and a huge window that looked out over the training yard to Olivia's study room. I’d never needed more than this.
I'd often watch her write on her computer each time my shift was done. How she would mind link me funny stories, and now... Now the space felt too small to hold everything I was trying to leave behind.
I folded the last black shirt and shoved it into the duffel bag. The zipper caught halfway. I yanked it harder than necessary. The sound grated against the quiet.
Behind me, the door creaked. I looked and saw Rico and Jace...m
