KatherineIt’s been a week since Amelia’s death and my life hasn’t improved. It’s grating on my nerves—Logan was supposed to act like the mate I need him to be. I thought he’d mark and mate me for good, but instead, I get excuses.Worst of all, Logan has grown increasingly busy. Even today, early morning when I woke up he was getting ready to leave. When I asked where he’s going, he only said, “Derrick’s office.” I’ve questioned him millions of times about why he needs to spend so much time away from me, but every time, I get a quick, grumbled, “preparations for coming war,” before he storms away. “I see he’s been spending more nights out than he has in bed next to you,” my wolf suddenly reminds me of the fact, as if she absolutely needs to thrust the dull dagger deeper. Frustration reaches over the limits and suddenly, I’m grabbing the plates with the food maids brought me and I’m throwing them against the wall. “Morons, idiots, I’m surrounded by incompetent fools!” I growl at th
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