Chapter 437 The Mate Bond Is Forming
- Macy POV
- Winston's fingers are playing at the entrance to my core, and I can't relax. The war within me is deafening, and I can't focus on anything but the dueling voices in my mind. One is telling me to accept my fate. The other is telling me to cuss them out.
- "She's fighting it," Winston frowns to Edward. "We should leave her alone."