Chapter eighty-eight: He Is My Bernard
Elena
I hadn't slept well at all last night, I tossed and turned, my mind filled with images of Bernard. Our argument replayed over and over again in my mind like a broken record. My emotions had been all over the place since I had left Jack and Alisha yesterday. My fight with Bernard was affecting me more than I had anticipated. Even though my wolf was slowly fading into the background, she missed her mate and so did I.
The distance and the time had been my idea but now I believe I had jumped the gun just a little bit. This was my first real relationship and I am still trying to navigate through it but I felt like I was failing. I had no one to teach me how I am supposed to be a mate and a Luna.
"Elena?" Veronica called from the kitchen and I left the napkins dispenser as I walked to the small opening that connected the kitchen and the cafe.
"Yes, Veronica."
"Go home." She ordered.
