The Fatal Favor
As the pages of the wall calendar were torn away one by one, somehow, I felt calm.
On the day I mailed the scroll to break the mate bond between Eric and me, I found an old diary in the back of a drawer. A fine layer of dust covered it.
I opened it. Inside were the small moments of how Eric and I met and fell in love. I read slowly, a smile tugging at my lips without me realizing it.
The farther I read, the messier the handwriting got and the shorter the entries grew. The last page held only one line.
"He says he needs an heir, which I guess makes me the problem. I can't have pups."