Xavier
Whoever said you don’t know the value of something until you lose it, was absolutely correct. It has been seven f*****g years and I can’t get over the fact that I had a mate and I lost her.
These past years have been terrible and lonely but I have no one to blame but myself. Tristan and the pack are the only ones keeping me afloat, sane, because they need me just like I need them.
That day near the stream, I tried finding her body because she deserved a great sendoff but I found nothing.
She had a shitty life at my hands and at the hands of the pack and I was determined to give her a proper burial.
So after failing to find her, I went back to the pack with my battered and broken soul to organize a search but we never did get her body. There was nothing left except the scent of
