Misguided

Rhydian POV

My mate is quiet, I study her as we make the drive back to my pack. I glance at the nape of her neck, my mouth salivating at the thought of making her my mate. I feel as though I am growing further and further accustomed to her. I wish that I could make some small talk but it's as though I have lost my voice, my mouth going dry. Why was she so quiet? Was she upset by the farewell her f