She would fight for me just as I would fight for her- I frowned as that thought stalled me, my gaze falling to the full moon mate mark on my left wrist. She wasn’t giving up, so why the fuck was I? I may not have been her Lion any longer, but I was still marked as her mate. She still deserved to have me do everything in my power to return to her.
finally! he is digging himself out this depression. it was well earned, but it's time to fight
