"When do you leave ?" It was Saturday afternoon and Amelia was laying on her back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

Connor was laying next to her on his side, drawing little figures on her naked body with his fingers. "Wednesday evening, it is getting way too close".

 His wolf was literally losing it, getting more and more frustrated and agitated at the thought of leaving his mate.

"Yeah, I guess we have to talk about this. What we will do. What we will be and so on". She had feared this talk.

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her. "You know I love...