Sacrificed by My Mate, Now I Make Him Pay
A guttural, heart-wrenching scream—the sound of a mother’s soul being shattered beyond repair.
And then, silence.
I picked up my phone. "Call Brother Tavern."
The line rang twice before his voice, warm and familiar, greeted me.
"Hey, my beautiful sister. How are you lately? How are things with Kieran?"
My voice shook. "Tavern. I want to go home."
A sharp inhale. "Selene? What happened? Are you okay? Are you—"
"And brother…" I cut him off, my grip tightening around the phone.
A beat of silence. Then, "Yes, Selene?"