August's POV

I looked at my mate, who was soundly sleeping on my bed, then at my phone, which was in my hands.

"What am I doing?" I asked myself silently.

"The right thing," came my wolf's response.

"No, it isn't right," I whispered seriously.

When she was about to leave in tears, I felt engulfed in fear and I acted upon my instinct and grabbed her.

As I held her, she cried so much that I had to make her sit on my lap on the bed. After hours, she fell asleep, and I ...