#Chapter12
Rejection
I reply desperately, unable to contain the surge of adrenalin that hearing him inside my head gives me. Just a tiny ounce of contact, restoring some of this desolate emptiness I've been feeling since that night.
I'm in the pack house and we have to be discreet. Meet me in the west forest, deep down by the old cavern, within the hour. Don't let anyone see you leave. I'm being watched like a hawk, but I know how to get there unseen. We have to talk face to face.
I almost sob with both the utter happiness at hearing from him and the fact I will get to see him for real, not just an image in my head. To share physical air, and lay eyes on what my soul craves the most. The only thing dampening my crazy instant elation is the serious almost monotone hint in his voice and the lack of his excitement I'm experiencing as I pick up emotions through the link.
