Ch. 9

I had hurt him, he felt it all.

My parents always told me it was an agonizing feeling for any mated and marked wolf to feel their other being unfaithful.

Gerwulf's face was filled with anger, trying to disguise the hurt that he was feeling. The flood gates opened and I put my head into my hands, not wanting to cry while I looked at him," I couldn't... I couldn't push him away. It's like my mind wanted to but my body was physically incapable." Anger slipped through my voice.

Gerwulf's eyes turned black slowly and he turned his back to me beginning to pace. His arms and hands kept moving, sometimes rubbing his hands through his hair and other times pulling it. He was fighting with his wolf, whatever was being said was angering them both. It seemed even years later his wolf was powerful enough to slip through and take over.

I watched for a few minutes as he paced the room, becoming more sporadic. It was