Abandoned Alpha Mate After His First Love Came Back
A pre-ordered SUV bearing the mark of the southern sanctuary was parked quietly in front of the villa gates.
Before getting in, I turned back for one last look at the Blackwood Manor, which looked increasingly indistinct and silent in the snowfall.
Then, I repeated the words that the wind and snow had swallowed, words that had been too soft to hear, clearly, one by one, to this land that had held seven years of secret love and three years of mistaken affection:
"Goodbye, Stormfang Pack."
"Never see again, Damine Blackwood."