Pecan's pov
My heart was a whirlwind as I walked the familiar halls of the pack house. No matter how hard I tried to run from him, from the mate bond that tied me to Paul...it felt like I was running in circles. And the worst part was, he seemed to be doing the same. Neither of us willing to confront the connection we shared, yet neither of us able to let it go.
The kitchen wasn't far, but the walk felt endless. My steps echoed against the cobblestone path, each one heavier than the last. The soft murmur of the park, rustling leaves, distant laughter, birds chirping, felt like a world away from my churning thoughts.
I gripped the basket tighter, its weight almost comforting compared to the storm in my chest. What was I supposed to do? The decision I'd been putting off loomed like a shadow, every possible choice leading to consequences I wasn't ready to face.
