“My wolf couldn’t stand it. It wants this shit to be real.” Hardin studied him before asking, “What do you want?” “There’s only a month and a half left. It doesn’t matter what I want.” He scoffed. “I guess I’ll feel what everyone else is talking about when they say severing a bond is painful.” They both jerked their heads toward him at the implied confession in his words. That it wasn’t just a physical thing; it wasn’t just his wolf. Max opened his mouth to speak, but Hardin beat him to it. “You don’t want to keep the bond? To keep him?”
