Samantha’s POV
I pressed my hand to my chest as I peeked through the curtains. Kade’s car was pulling out of the driveway below, and his departure was making my wolf bristle with disappointment. My wolf—who had been dormant for days now.
“Where have you been?” I asked, retreating into that mental space that I’d occupied for so long—so many lonely and painful nights when I had no one else but my wolf to comfort me. But it was still empty and cold, the tall grass rustled by that ghost wind.
“Our mate’s presence brought me back,” my wolf’s voice carried across the wind, although I still couldn’t see her.
“That doesn’t make any sense. He rejected us. He’s not our mate anymore.”
“You didn’t get a chance to accept the rejection before you died.” Ava sounded equal parts relieved and frustra
