Dominicus
I pace back and forth outside Diana's window, my eyes constantly darting up to check on her. My wolf is restless, pacing and growling within me, urging me to go to our mate. But I can't. Not now. Not when she's in so much pain and doesn’t want to see me.
Someone had hurt her. Hurt her severely. The pieces I've managed to glean from her hysterical outburst paint a grim picture. She had a mate, and he rejected her. The thought makes my blood boil.
"How?" I mutter to myself, my voice rough with suppressed emotion. "How could anyone reject such a beautiful angel?"
My fists clench at my sides, nails digging into my palms. The pain is a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest.
How could anyone even entertain the thought of hurting her?
But it's not just that. Her words echo in my mind: "We all want her to die." The implications of that simple phrase send a chill down my spine. It's not just her mate who hurt her. There's more to her story than what she's told me before.
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