Ronan
Nayla Crackstone, when I met Nayla she had been the most fascinating girl, though I felt nothing for her,
I only found out she was my mate days after my father died.
Weak, soft, and sensitive she was a mate without a wolf, and with that I loathed her at first sight, in my existence she was too incompetent and too unworthy but despite my attitude, she stayed.
It was one thing that fascinated me I pushed her, needed her to leave on her own and she almost did
Though jumping into that river made me realize how unfair I had been,
It was at that moment I realized her death was going to cost me
“We are mates” I could hear her whimpers on that day
“Do you only still think I care about what we are?”
I growled at her “
“Please,” she said.
“Seize her again and take her down to
