Ashton's POVXander stood up.He didn't do it fast and angry. He was slow, like his body was heavy.Zeth looked up at him, his face pale in the firelight, his hands still fisted on his knees. "Xander," he said, low.Xander didn't look at him. He looked at me. His eyes were wet but his jaw was locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping, the way it does when he's trying not to break."I'm not okay with this," he had said, and now he was living it, standing over us, his shadow falling over me and Zeth and the fire between us.My heart dropped into my stomach. My wolf whined so loud inside me. "Xander, please," I whispered, reaching for his hand without thinking. "Don't...""I need air," he said, his voice rough, not looking at my hand. "I need to walk. Don't... don't follow me, Ashton."And then he walked out.Just walked away from the fire, into the dark trees toward the river, his big shoulders tight, his hands fisted at his sides. He didn't slam anything. He didn't shout. That was
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