#Chapter 85 Neil

Neil I inhaled slowly, holding back the sting behind my eyes. She was mine. Or could have been, in another world where fate didn’t play dice. I couldn't ask her outright. She hadn't awakened her wolf. I could feel it. She was near it, and a part of me didn't want the confirmation. I looked down at our joined hands, watching the way our magic ebbed and flowed together, invisible to the normal shifter's eye but glowing like a fine mist beneath our skins. But I wasn’t the only one she resonated with. Her magic welcomed mine easily, yes, but it would mean nothing soon enough. I didn't want to give up easily. Nothing in me wanted to back down. Why am I not enough? I swallowed that thought. It was all too familiar, a carry over from hearing too many whispers. I took a deep breath. I looked up at her. My gut tyings itself in knots, afraid that if I reached for her too hard, I’d break the very thing I wanted most. I pulled my hand back gently, severing the connection. "Okay