I'd thrown myself into working on pack business or at the site in every spare minute to keep my mind off my mate. My wolf was depressed, and I wasn't much better. That first night had been perfect, before everything had crashed to the ground, and then it had been radio silence ever since. I began to suspect that she had taken my number only to get rid of me. It wasn't like I got hers in return. At the time it hadn't bothered me much, because I'd have it when she finally texted me.

But she hadn't texted me.

It wasn't like I couldn't contact her if I needed...