On the Run
Thirty-Eight: Raff
I have been on the run for a week. A solid week since my so called Fated Mate took my captive and ran to the enemy. I sigh as I’m hunched down in an empty run-down house. It even has a condemned sticker on the front door and all the windows. I sigh as I shrug off my backpack. This is not how my life is supposed to go. I was supposed to get my hands on my mother and make her pay for what she has done to me. My nephew, I was never going to hurt him. I just wanted to use him to gain leverage over her. Now all of my plans have gone to s**t. Maybe I deserve it for what I have put my own Fated Mate through. I close my eyes trying to catch some sleep while still listening to everything around me.
I’m woken by my ringing phone. I pull it out of my pocket and look a
