53. A Disappointed Father

Zion

Nothing had prepared me for what I was witnessing. I knew how I liked to deal with traitors and enemies, other than my late wife I never had to punish somebody that I loved. I lived with her death everyday since that time. I couldn’t even speak her name without the memories flooding me, the guilt, the anguish, betrayal my love for her. Its never an easy thing to see the one you cherish most in this world torn to shreds, blood everywhere. After seeing her with her so called mate I had lost it.

Years we had been together, she finally seemed happy, she was queen and we had two beautiful children, but the call of the mate bond is very strong I’ve been told. We vampires don’t have it as such, its more an obsession a greed. When you meet that person there no letting them go, you can’t it an immeasurable pain that like a part of your soul is in them and only hold the key to getting that back. The type of betrayal you feel if they hurt you. It’s the soul ripping itself in half.

The da