Cracks appeared in my vision and dismantled the truth held before me, I was the soul of the crazed alphas past mate, a woman who’d died sacrificing her life for that of her child, a child who I’d welcomed as my own. I thought of Razael’s innocent face, he was a boy who grew up believing his mother hated him while his true mother had died giving her life for his, a woman who falsely pranced around as Azrael’s woman and tortured the son who was meant to be mine.
The walls from around my subconscious mind crumbled and released a tumble of memories that were originally suppressed, memories of a blonde-haired woman. Her beauty was captivating as she pranced through lush fields with her childhood crush, a man of the same age as her, who were both born under the same moon and loved each other so
