*~*Westin's POV*~*
I had been gone for almost a year. I knew that the deal I had made with Reece was that I was going to be gone for a full year, twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred and sixty-five days, but I just couldn't help it. I felt this pull to go home. I felt something inside of me that was telling me that I was needed. That my mate needed me.
I had been dreaming of her a lot more lately. It was like she was in trouble, but the danger wasn't clear enough for me to make it out. Something was going on though, and she needed me. And what sort of mate would I be if I didn't go to her and help her?
Yes, it was true, she hadn't bonded with me like I did her. I was her mate, but she didn't know it. She hadn't had that click inside of her, for whatever reason. That didn't matter to me though. I knew what she was to me, and I would never give up on her. She needed me, and I would help her, even if she never bonded with me.
