Her Second Chance Mate
Today was the second anniversary of Vincent's death, and I would be lying if I said that the thought of joining him had never crossed my mind.
The most painful part was that everyone seemed to have moved on. I thought the weather could be as cloudy as my mind or heavy with rain as I cried my heart out, but it was quite the opposite.
I was a failure as a mate. I could barely protect my first mate from getting mauled by rogues, and now my second chance mate is not even here by my side, consoling me because I failed to keep him.
I laid there, eagle spread on my bed, not having the strength to do anything else. That was until I heard a banging on the door, and I rolled over, covering my ears wit
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