There were few things in this world that irritated me. There were also a few things that unsettled me, but nothing ever made me lose control.
But Roslyn, she was slowly becoming one of those things making me lose control.
I stood by the tall window in my study, staring out into the field.
Flashback of when I rejected Roslyn as my mate in front of everyone. She was never up to where I stood, and I derived joy from seeing her bag.
On the field, wolves moved in formation.
The sound of steel clashing against steel echoed through the air.
That should have held my attention, but it didn’t.
My mind had been elsewhere for days now. On her. I hated that she was one of those things occupying my mind.
I sold her because she was worthless. Now, she seemed to have some kind of value.
Roslyn.
