He cringed as I got louder, but didn’t budge. With a shrug, I removed my boots and socks, then practically tore off my jacket and T-shirt.
“Dimitri survived losing his mate, and he’s not the only one,” Ganz insisted, his voice barely audible.
Running my hand through my hair, I turned to face him. “It’s not the f*****g same thing! My mates are not dead. They are alive and kicking, thank you very much! They broke all bonds with me, yet I can still feel them. I’ve not lost them, they left. To me and my wolf, they are who we belong to.”
He shook his head and took a step closer.
“Don’t say anything else. You have no idea how this feels.”
“Shiki, I don’t have to! I don’t need to have been burnt to know my skin will heal.”
“Losing a mate is not a f*****g flesh wound, you dumbass!” My breath
