Adrien.
I really couldn't bear it anymore.
Even just a few minutes away from Maria felt unbearable, like something was clawing at me from the inside, refusing to let me rest. It wasn't normal. Nothing about this felt normal anymore.
I had become addicted.
Addicted to her scent… to her presence… to *her*.
And I couldn't help but wonder—was this the effect of her blood? Was this what it did? Because whatever it was, it had taken hold of me completely.
Earlier, the way she had spoken to me…Cold, distant and firm. I knew she meant every word. She was serious about pushing me away.
But what was I supposed to do?
How was I supposed to stay away when everything in me was pulling me back to her?
The most frustrating part wasn't even that I wanted to be near her anymore.
No.
It had gone far beyond that.
My wolf… wanted more.
