#Chapter67
Althea Garcia Hela Silvermoon
/"Althea. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry./" His hold on my face tightens as his face scrunches in pain. So much pain.
But I don’t mind his rough hands, even though I was starting to feel pain rise on my neck as my face was being lifted up to meet his. I didn’t complain.
/"I miss you. Please come back./" He whispers, broken, a lone tear flowing down his eye. I feel a sharp needle in my heart.
/"I’m back, Aries…/" My whisper equally gentle as I remove one of my hand from his wrist to wipe his tear and place them on his cheek, feeling the soft tingles run through my palm.
I don’t know why I said that, but I felt like I had to. This time I heard everything my heart was saying, and it was telling me to never let go of this man in front of me. This werewolf.
