PROLOGUE

I turned the volume down as the last notes of one of my favorite songs ended. I heaved a deep sigh. A wave of nostalgia came over me.

I took my glasses, steadied them on my nose, grabbed my recipe book, and started searching for the chocolate cake recipe. It was my son’s favorite, and I would definitely bake it for his fifteenth birthday tomorrow.

I scanned through the ingredients, adding the ones I needed to my cellphone’s shopping list.

"Mamá?" My son’s inquiring voice echoed.

"Hmmm," I answered, deeply concentrated on my task.

"Can you say that again?" he asked.

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn’t say anything, honey."

Confusion was written on his face. Anxiety, fear, and desperation as well.

"Ok, mamá" he whispered.

A sudden feeling of dread came rushing through me, and I couldn’t help but ask.

"Is someone talking to you?"

"No, mamá," was his immediate response.

"You know you can trust me, right?"

"I know," he whispered again. He took a moment and spoke again.

"But I don’t want you to think I’m crazy," he mumbled, but I heard him loud and clear.

"Try me!" I went and cupped his cheeks, staring right into his deep blue eyes.

"Yes. I’ve been hearing someone in my head for the last two days. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but he is still talking to me all the time." He paused, and I let him take his time. I knew he wanted to say more, and he did after a while.

"I don’t know what to do, mamá. I’m not crazy. I swear."

"I know you’re not crazy. I know… Trust me, I do. I believe you."

"You do?" He looked amazed.

"I do… and I will help you."

"Do you know who’s talking to me, mamá?"

I heard his question; it landed in my subconscious, but my mind traveled, and I took my time to respond to him. Because my mind went with great speed back...

Back to him...

Back to the one who bore the same eye color as my son...

Back to the one who made me feel so many emotions...

Back to the one who made me feel so wanted, loved, and worshiped. Unique, I would say.

Back to the one who made me trust him, love him, breathe, and live for him.

Back to the one who gave me an extraordinary life that only lasted three years. Three wonderful years that ended with him crushing my heart.

Everything between us collapsed in a moment.

Back to him...

I had to go back to him.

For my son...

I had to go back.

Back to the Alpha, who stole my life.

"It’s your wolf!"