Chapter 55

Alexander POV

Tossing another log into the fireplace within my chambers the fire roars to life as embers fly up into the air. The nights have begun to get cooler and it is only a matter of time before the red moon is upon us. The first snow always comes with the red moon. It has been that way for as long as I can remember. The change of the season used to be a cause for celebration. A massive Royal Ball would have been held bringing in not only the werewolves from all over the Kingdom but creatures from outside of our borders and even creatures from outside our realm. But that is not something that we do anymore. Not since the death of my mate.

Sitting on the edge of my bed it creaks loudly under my weight. Closing my eyes I try to remember what she used to look like. She has been dead for five years and with each passing year the memory of my mate fades within my mind. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly I picture her soft blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I picture her laugh