As I walked further into the woods, leaving the Royal wolf kingdom territories, deep fear gripped my heart and it dawned on me that I was a lone wolf, a rogue wolf. Venturing deeper into the forest, without a wolf and with a weak and sickish body, my life was at the hands of fate. If I were to be attached, I would be defenseless and death would be my companion.
As I could not shift, I ran in my human form thorns pricking my bare feet. I could see blood trickling down from the numerous cuts on my body, despite the physical pain though, my heart was in more pain and agony as I went far away from my mate. The thought of being separated from my fated mate was like a knife slicing my heart into halves. The thought of Jasper taking a chosen mate and spending the rest of his life with her broke
