Chapter Forty — Eight
Michael
“We need your help.” The words echoed around the big room as both James and I said it out loud in our heavy voices.
At our sentence, Elijah rolled his eyes like he knew we would say that.
Honestly speaking, when he rolled his eyes it made him look uglier than he already was. Even though I was thankful for him for saving both mine and my brother's life, it did not change the fact that he was ugly.
He nodded his head for both of us to sit down. Sliding the chair, we both set down. He gave a curt nod to tell us to continue. James spoke first.
“We can not do it. Even if we want to. Our wolves howled in pain and forced us to stop hurting her, because it hurt them just the same. Mate bond, I guess.” He said. Elijah scratched his thick brow as if thinking about it.
I continued.