Seven

Are we heartless?, Jane murmurs, her anxiety seeping into Conrad's bloodstream.

Conrad shifts uncomfortably, glancing over to the corner where Atlas sits, staring at his phone with a bored expression on his face.

Why do you ask?, Conrad asks her wolf, trying to get comfortable on the wooden chair.

We didn't fight. We just left our pack with no argument. I miss everyone; we didn't even get to say goodbye, Jane whimpers, unleashing some of the misery she feels.

The sheer amount of upset surprises Conrad, who didn't realise her wolf was that upset over the whole situation; the creature had wanted to be with her mate throughout the entire debacle.

No. We're not heartless; we're doing this for them. By going with him, they're not going to get dragged into a war they won't win, Conrad responds determinedly, clenching her jaw as she glances at Atlas again.

He's angry, and his rage is filling the room, putting Conrad on edge.

"Are you ready?" He barks all of a sudden, and she starts a little,