Something wild
And all she could think about as she stared at the rain was the bleak, hurt look in the Jacob's eyes.
Oh, get over yourself, she thought. She sank deeper into the water until her nose kissed the stream surface. It was her own fault, and she knew it. Ever since she met the guy, she'd been acting like a hysterical harpy. She knew that he was her mate, she feel the bond, her wolf call him mine the first day she met him, she can't resist it and she still forght him and right now she was hurting herself, and also him, since he couldn't take it from her anymore, Predictably enough, he'd gotten sick of it and left. End of story. What point was there in beating a dead horse?
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