~ CAIN ~
I try to focus on the mission at hand, but my mind can’t stop thinking about her.
My unknown mate is pulling at the edges of my mind like a phantom touch, always there—but always out of reach. I ache for her, and it’s getting worse. If this continues, I’ll lose the last of my self-control and spiral into madness. Even as a born Alpha, there’s only so much I can endure. A mated man needs his other half. Needs her soul. Her voice. Her scent. Her touch.
So why the hell is she so hard to find?
“Damn, this is good s**t,” the vampire across from me slurs, snapping me out of my thoughts for the hundredth time tonight.
Why the hell am I always thinking about her at the worst possible moments?
Because she’s close. I can feel her energy flickering around me like static, just beyond my
