The Chosen One
I was her mate's true mate.
He finished his work and squeezed my hand before slipping back out of the room, leaving me alone once more. Loneliness embraced me like a second skin.
I tried to reach for my wolf again, pleading silently for her to come back, to heal me. But all I felt was silence, as if she’d abandoned me completely.
The door creaked open again hours later, maybe minutes, I couldn’t tell anymore. This time, it wasn’t Martin. Stephanie strode in, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She was alone, a smug smile on her face as she circled me like a predator.