Devon’s POV
Few minutes ago, I heard slight shuffling sounds, and a few seconds later, I heard some muffled cries. No one in the pack house would run to the horse stables to cry after a bad day. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Harlow, my mate. The witch's last words still echoed in my ears, and even as I stared at my mate, I knew I wasn't ready to allow her pass through such an unimaginable pain.
I'd bear the pain if she gets to be safe.
The cold air pierced my skin, making me feel more alive, like the weight on my shoulders have been lifted. Harlow’s silver hair, caressed by the wind’s touch, moved like they had a life of their own. Her hair was kissed by the light, glistening as a few strands stuck to her face. She is beautiful, a different kind of beautiful, one that wo
