CHAPTER 12~ WANT TO BE TOUCHED

In the midst of her anger, her claws extracted from her fingers, her wolf whimpering in her chest, wanting to go back to her mate…

“Not now, Astrid…” Verya gritted out. “Stay as silent as you’ve always been through it all…”

Astrid sunk back, becoming quiet. She wasn’t a talkative wolf, in fact, she didn’t talk at all, no matter what the situation was. Verya didn’t mind, she wasn’t friendly either, but if Astrid was ready to talk, now wasn’t the time.

Crouching against the grass below, her bones began cracking, the sound tainting the silence. Her silver fur covered her body like a coat and as soon as her legs and hands turned to paws, she took off on a run, hoping the journey could have her legs perishing along with her anger.

She ran until she was out of breath, and yet the need to go right back to Sathe’s side went nowhere. Her heart was aching at the fact that he was behind bars, the fact that he was in pain and the fact that she was the very cause of it.

He wouldn’t have gone into