Kaya
It has been far too long. Every hour I spend alone in Magnus's bedroom stretches endlessly, each second dragging by in slow, torturous motion.
Rana paces restlessly inside me, her presence sharp and anxious, whimpering with impatience as though clawing at the very edges of my soul.
'Sam said he is away on official business and will be back by midnight,' I remind her, trying to soothe my wolf's agitation while clinging to the fragile threads of my own fading composure.
But it isn't easy. And truthfully, I can't even blame her. I understand her frustration because it's mine too. I thought the hardest part was before—when my mate was out there, close but not yet mine, when he hadn't claimed me. But I was wrong.
This… this is harder.
It is far more unbearable to be claimed and then left behind, even if I know there was no helping it. The bond doesn't understand reason. It is selfish. It demands.
