LUCAS
She's going to talk to Clayton tonight.
She won't let me call her, but she'll talk to him.
Fuck. I'm going crazy.
My wolf gives me the silent treatment, a palpable wall of disapproval and resentment radiating from him. I know he blames me for this mess.
"I'm trying," I mutter, pacing the length of my office. "I'm doing everything I can to fix this."
There would be nothing to fix if you hadn't rejected our mate in the first place, he snaps, his voice dripping with accusation.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I struggle not to groan in frustration. He's right and I fucking hate it. If I hadn't been so goddamn stupid, Ava would have been with me long ago. Safe. Marked. Mine.
But I can't change the past. I can only try to salvage the future.
Go to her, my wolf demands. Claim her before he does.
I shake my head. "She needs space. I have to respect that."
Space is the last thing she needs. She needs her mate. She needs us.
