I buried myself in work for the last couple of days, trying to avoid the questions they had. After the elders left, they kept asking me which of them my second chance mate was.
Did I know? No, but I’m almost 100% sure. Did I want to find out? No, because there were two ways you get a second chance mate: rejecting or the death of your mate.
I’m not going to reject my mate or let myself get rejected. So, this means he has to die first before I can be with my second chance and I don’t want that. I don’t think anyone wants that.
However, it was better to let my mind wander about them than to relive the death of my parents over and over again in my mind.
The knock on my office door brought me out of my repeating thoughts. I sighed, already knowing who it was.
For the first time, he wa
