Crescent Moon Alphas
I push myself faster, faster, until the trees blur and the wind drowns out the howls of anguish in my mind.
But nothing can outrun the pain that pierces my soul. My wolf cries out inside me, our shared grief magnifying with each bounding stride. Our mate is gone, lost to us forever. Her scent still lingers in the spaces between the trees, a haunting reminder of what we have lost.
I throw back my head and unleash a mournful howl, giving voice to the sorrow that threatens to fracture us from within. The sound echoes through the forest, carrying with it all my regret, my longing, and my broken dreams.
Bab Populer