FiftyTwo

Aiden’s POV    I can feel the process of losing my shit every fucking minute. My wolf howls and cries inside me and I kept controlling my mind in order to stop joining him. Though I’m dying. Inside, I’m burning with a heat that is not from a haze but with immediate immobilization and death. ‘Get my mate baaack!!!’ ‘Shut up! Shut the fuck up!’ ‘I’ll kill that old man, I’ll kill anyone who’ll get in our way. Get her back!’ We could. That’s possible. I’m not scared of dying, I never was. I want her back, I need to save her. I got to save Ashira. I ran my fingers through my hair. I’ve been in our bedroom, waiting, thinking, what am I doing here? I should save her. ‘Let’s go now.’ Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I need to move now. I’ll attack him and kill him. That’s easy. I can win over Elon, I’m stronger. NO! ‘LISTEN TO ME!’ ‘NO!’ This is not a joke. Yes, I could attack with my pack but I’m risking a lot of lives against the enemy. And if I was killed, there’s no hope on saving Ashira, at all.