Second Chance book 2 the werebear series

Star’s P.O.V   I got up from my chair and stretched my whole body, feeling stiff from sitting for so long and then went over to the window, opening it up, letting the cool breeze hit my face and looked outside. It had been almost a year since I had last seen National and just like tonight I often found myself wondering if he had found someone and made them his mate. Did he forget about me? I shook the feeling off as my stomach started to growl and turned around, walking to the door to leave and go get something to eat. Well, I need food before I start on the next round of calls. I opened the door and to my surprise, there he was. National was standing there with a big grin on his face and holding flowers in his hand. I realised my mouth had dropped open and quickly closed it. There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but I didn't and decided that instead I was going to play hard to get. I was going to pretend like I was mad at him, even though I was excited to see him. I tried hard not to inhale his scent as I walked past him and went to the kitchen. I was hungry and didn't want to talk on an empty stomach. I took out some cheese and bread, made a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches and began to eat them, when I smelled his scent once again.   “Star, can we talk. I really want to talk to you. I know that you're probably upset that I’ve been gone for a year, but I’m back now. Please turn around and talk to me.” National asked, watching as I ate my second sandwich and when I was done I turned to face him.   “Well, what do you want to talk about? After the war was over you just up and left, skipping town without a trace. No phone call, no text, no note, nothing and now you're here and you want to talk. So talk.” I replied, sitting on one of the bar stools by the breakfast bar. I was waiting for him to say something and I had to admit that I loved him being here again. I had missed the smell of his scent, the smile he had and the talks that we used to have, but it all made me wonder why he left. Was it because of me? Had he really found someone else? If that was the case then he needs to just hurry up and reject me because I am ready to go on with my life, even if it's on my own, I’m ready for that. I know I kept pulling away from him and then getting closer to him, he must have felt like I was using him as the rope in a game of tug of war, but I was hurt, I was still not over the death of my first mate, Nash. I needed time to heal and get my life back together. I know that he understood that because he had been through the exact same thing and he was still going through it at the same time that I was.   National’s P.O.V   “I’m sorry that it took me so long to come back, but I needed to leave, I wanted to to give you time and space to heal, but I also needed that time to do the same too. I couldn't just hang around here waiting and hoping for you to change your mind about us and I didnt want to pressure you, so I left the country. I went to Spain, Canada and even France, hoping that I could forget about you, hoping that I could forget your scent. I drank until I couldn't feel anything, I met other packs, but I never found another mate for me, so I stopped and thought about you. I thought of your smile, your kind eyes, the way your heart beats faster when we are near each other. I missed the conversations we used to have and I came to ask you for your forgiveness, forgiveness for leaving and not coming back sooner.” I replied and then stopped, waiting for her to say something, anything. Even if she was going to reject me at least she would say something. I knew I had made a mistake by leaving, but I did it for both of us. Neither of us could focus and heal while we were near each other and it would just make things harder for the both of us, that was the last thing I wanted.