KYLE.
We have been searching for days.
Weeks.
And still, nothing from Sarah. We haven't found her, and low-key, I hoped we wouldn't. I didn't want to kill a pregnant woman. And I didn't have any choice; it was all for Rosalie. If she told me to do anything, I would. And this stemmed from the fact that she was my mate.
Yes, it sounds strange, right? But it's the truth.
It happened three years ago. We were out celebrating the new victory our pack had claimed over the rogue faction that had been disturbing us for months, and it was late. Jason had already turned in with Sarah, and I was left with Rosalie.
She had besotted me before I even knew that she was my mate. I admired her, always watched the way she carried herself, but I knew that nothing could ever happen between us, beca
