Tess
A week later
I make a plane sound with the spoon of porridge leaving the plate and aim it at Lucas’mouth.He doesn’t open up,and I frown at him.“Come on,one more bite!”
Lucas huffs at me and moves his head to the side to avoid the spoon.He can’t see,but he has spider senses.“No,I don’t want more food.I’m stuffed.”
“But you’re disappearing...”I mutter.
Lucas doesn’t respond my heart clenches with worry.I’m not happy about him refusing to eat his food.Lucas will die quicker than the pack doctor estimated if this keeps up.He was given a month,but...that was a week ago.
“You’re thinking too much again.”
A little laugh slips out through my lips.“I am.”
“Don’t,”Lucas says.“We might be mates,but you hardly know me.It might not have even worked out between us,and your second chance mate will probably be someone kinder.”