Trinity
It felt bittersweet. As I stood on the other side of the gate, I stared at the packhouse. White Crescent had been my home for many years. The torment and pain lingered in my mind. I had to leave so I could find myself. Christian crossed my mind and Carmen finally appeared, whimpering. I understood how she felt. I wanted to go back and help. I wanted to bring Christian home. But I needed to find my mom. My mate would be ok; I knew it deep down. My mom was out there somewhere, alone because we were the only surviving relatives we had. And neither of us knew for so long. I needed her to know I was here and that I had missed her so much. I said a prayer and made the trek through the woods to get to the cottage. I used all of my instincts to get there; managing to avoid patrol. I thou
