“I trust Powder with you, Rolan. You’re not as scary as one would have imagined.” “You’re leaving?” He asked, concerned. “Yes,” Sasha said after he turned back to head out the door. “Wait. What happened?” Sasha stayed silent and proceeded to the door. Ignoring to acknowledge Rolan’s question. A hairy scarred hand blocked the door and pushed it back in as Sasha was opening it. Rolan wanted answers. “Sasha, you were so close to me… then you take some call and then you became as distant as I did in just a few minutes. Tell me what the hell is going on with you.” “I can’t. Just take care of Powder for me.” Impatience turned to panic, Rolan didn’t want to lose the small progress he had made. It was do or die. Rolan pulled Sasha into a tight embrace and a deep kiss. Sasha felt his insides burning. He wanted to give his all to Rolan. Sasha was pinned against the door, lost in a kiss that could peel him apart. Rolan pulled his face back just enough to talk, “You’re my mate, I knew it ever since the first time I saw you. I need you and you need me. Don’t resist me.” “I—I have to.” Sasha pulled away, tears fell down his cheeks. “Take care of Powder. I’m going to die tonight.”