It was around mid-afternoon of the next day when Siroos finally returned, landed just outside near the oasis and shifted.
All those emotions he had worn on his sleeve in the morning had been buried somewhere deep and locked away. His face was as blank as the sky above with no clouds.
Only disgust clung to him in ample amounts. Disgusted by how he had mated with another female.
Disgusted at how he had hurt his mate, in every aspect that existed between them.
Siroos picked up the earthen pot they kept near the oasis to water their plant and filled it up, pouring it over his body to remove the grime and stinking smell of Kela that still clung to him like the stink spray of a skunk.
He mindlinked Ranon.
