Chapter 10 Rocco
- I had been for a walk to grab myself a coffee, and also to give Aria a little space. Now she was awake, I did not want to overwhelm her with my presence. Especially when she seemed completely unaware of who I was to her. It gave me the opportunity to attempt to compose myself too... get a control of my emotions... because they seemed to be so all over the place right now, and with my wolf so in and out... usually missing, having been so since soon after Aria had been hurt, I struggled to cope. It was in dealing with all of this that I had realized just how much I had relied upon my wolf. Upon, Ciro.
- And, it would appear Ciro depended upon his mate to level and calm him more than we ever realized too. It can be said a werewolf can become rabid when they lose their fated mate... lose their mind... but I seemed to be losing my wolf while my mate was still here... or at least she was here in person, perhaps not yet back in soul. And I believe that is what Ciro was struggling with. Leaving me battling with losing not only my wolf but my mate...
- But, I was determined to bring Aria back to me... to us. And, in turn, bring Ciro back. Reunite us all. Fix things. The moment I walked back into Aria’s room I was hit with the familiar fragrance of her… not just the scent of my mate, but the recognizable fragrance of her shower gel, her shampoo… the toiletries I had brought here for her. How I had missed the scent of them! I had even gone as far in recent weeks as using them myself, but they simply did not smell the same as they did upon her…