#Chapter11
46 POV
A damn tree, the beast thing I'm supposed to call a mate, tied me to a tree like some stray mutt. I shift letting my wolf take control. I prefer this form, the other feels so naked and unstable. /"Can we break it again?/" I ask her as she struggles to slip it off again.
/"Too tight/" She growls back forcing us to shift back.
/"What are you doing, why are you giving up, we need to get out of it so we can go home/" I tell her.
/"I am tired, you deal with this mate business. I don't want him to die, you need to find a way to escape him, keep him safe/"
/"then get me out of this/"
