Fenrir
I bite the pad of my thumb while looking at Winter. She’s lying on a hospital bed, eyes closed and looking dead. She isn’t dead; she also isn’t my Winter right now.
How did I not notice this woman wasn’t my mate?
The body is Winter’s, but the mind is not. When I pressed my hands to Winter’s head, there was nothing inside. I could not see a damn thing, which doesn’t make sense; I should be able to see Winter’s memories. But it’s dark, totally, and utterly black.
We haven’t been intimate since Loki left because Winter wasn’t in the mood. There is nothing wrong with that, and I would never push Winter into something she didn’t want. Just being near her was enough. But Winter has never moved away when I’ve tried to kiss her, but today, she wouldn’t kiss me at all.
I didn’t notice a
