Chapter 61 The Sigil's Bracelet

• ~ Thorne ~
• I walked aimlessly around the packhouse, the cool night air doing little to soothe the tight feeling in my chest. The past few days had been a constant storm, Elara and I clashing over every little thing. Every word exchanged between us seemed to ignite the tension even further, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was losing her bit by bit. The mate bond that should have united us felt more like a rope fraying at the edges, and I was helplessly watching it unravel.
• ‘You can’t keep pushing her, you know,’ Tempest, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind, ever present, ever restless.