JET

My gaze narrowed on her, aware that even if she was putting on a brave face, I could smell the hint of fear mixed with her aura. I have dealt with a fair share of people to recognize fear when I see it. My mate continues to whimper and cry in pain as I bone twist in every direction.

Listening to her going through this was making me feel like crawling out of my own skin. A clear sign that if I don't get it together, everything is going to spin out of control.

"Stop there!" Her ...