Andria's POV
"Yes, what's wrong with you, Becca? Tell me," he asked nervously.
"Arlo, I'm sorry for ever making you feel like you aren't enough. You are the most genuine soul I ever met, the most loving male wolf I ever met in Ashwood.
We were friends even before we became mates. I'm sorry that I ever made you change yourself; that was stupid of me. Your personality is what makes you distinct, and I shouldn't have tried to change that…"
"Becca, now that's enough. What's wrong with you? Tell me where you are, and I'll see you there immediately.
You know you would need your mate in times like this, even though our wolves seem distant these days because of recent happenings, but we can sort all of this out later. I just want to be sure you are okay, Becca," Arlo said.
I was crying already. Arlo really cared about Becca, even though they were having issues.
"Stop it," Allison whispered.
"Stop what?" I asked.
"Stop crying. It's not that deep," she said.
