VICTORIA
After leaving Isabella the other day, I went home and lay in bed for hours. I vaguely remember my mom checking in, leaving food near my bed, and returning to retrieve a plate still full of food. I had lost my appetite. That could be a side effect of rejecting your mate. My mate.
I took a deep breath and breathed in her scent, lavender and vanilla, as I pulled her shirt closer to my chest. I stole it. Not intentionally. It just happened to fall into my box from the hangar in the closet. I forgot I even had it.
Rae, my werewolf, was the one who sniffed it out when I got home, and I couldn't bring myself to return it. It was all I had left of her. I watched the night fade until the rays of light from the sun peeked through my windows.
How long have I been lying here? I too
