Chapter 115 Finn

• It was killing me. Pure and simple. I wanted Cleo. She may not be my fated mate, not the way the moon goddess planned for us as werewolves, but there was a bond there. A connection there. One that I am sure is stronger. One that I think would outlast any matebond given to us. But, despite her feeling the connection too, she still clings to the matebond she has been given, despite him openly declaring his plans to reject her.
• I had walked away from them to give them the chance to talk, hoping that with Kai there too he would back up Cleo and not allow Landon to mess her around. He would not force Landon to take a mate he did not want. If anything, he would ensure the rejection was to happen, wouldn’t he? He would not want his younger sister to be with a mate who did not truly want her. He would not want her with someone that was forced to be with her. For that would simply spell disaster for her, right?
• But, I had heard no updates, and anytime I tried to ask Kai for anything, he had dismissed me. I knew now was not the time to with the funeral. And then, the funeral had arrived, and Cleo was there, looking every inch the beautiful and strong she-wolf that she was. I had told her I was there for her, hoping she would come to me, but I had barely heard from her.