Amal's POV
A million thoughts crossed my mind but for the life of me I didn't know what kind of reaction I am supposed to have. Looking at the scrawny trembling boy on the bed didn't make me feel any better. He looked like he seconds away from having a seizure. And knowing I might have contributed to his state by anger made my wolf hurl strings of insults at me for being insensitive. Don't get me wrong, he too, was confused as to why Luna chose to give us the boy as our mate.
"Are you okay?" I finally managed to croak. He looked up at me with teary welled eyes offering no verbal response. "Of course you are not okay." I answered my own rhetorical question. "How long ago did he die?" My curiosity came with zero patience. But can you really blame me? Sammy frowned. He perhaps was expecting me to agree with him on the rejection matter to end both our misery but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do so no matter how disappointed I was.
