Chapter 12. She Hates Me?

Nolan’s POV

“She hates me, doesn’t she?” I sighed as I joined Simon by the clifftop. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

“No, of course, she doesn’t hate you, Alpha. My sister is just scared. Give her time.” he told me, and I nodded. He was right. I hoped she would come round soon and we could try to sort things out. I loved Evelyn and didn’t know how much more I could take of being away from her when I knew she was so close. The air still reeked of her scent, and I enhanced it, savouring it. I felt Tristan become restless.

“Evelyn worries about our mother; I’m sure she will talk to you soon.” Simon suddenly stood up and looked down at me with his hands in his pockets.

I felt a pang of guilt wash over me at the mention of their mother. She was loved in this pack and always had been. Her illness forced her to stay home, and she refused to socialise outside her cottage. We all got it; we understood. It was her pride, after all. She was scared but didn’t wan