Elora
Silas’s words played on repeat in my head. I was nothing to him, after everything he still thought so little of me, of my kind. How his hatred for what I am can override the mate bond is unfathomable to me. After everything he has done, I found a way to forgive him, to try and see from his point of view. Yet he couldn’t do the same, everything felt one sided.
I won’t stand in the corner and look pretty. What was I, an arm ornament? I think not. I was capable of so much more and I knew that now. After everything, he couldn’t break me and my will to live now was not just my own, it was for our people. There is something extremely dangerous when you finally figure out what your capable of, what you expect. There is a truly clear line drawn now for me.
The mate bond made me believe I
