Chapter 45I miss him so much it kills me, even if I can t get past what he s done to our bond, and I m still broken by him. It adds to my urgency in looking around for some kind of pointer in what to do. I shake myself and remind myself that the girl I was, she s dead. Little Alora of the Whyte pack at Elren farm, peacefully living a carefree life. The war saw to her parentsunplanned departure, and Juan saw they never came back. She died a long time ago, when her life was turned upside down, and it altered everything she knew. Her path disintegrated, and all those dreams and hopes fluttered away on the breeze.
That unwanted, rejected, and feeble little no one who imprinted on a boy ten years later, who stood in her place—also dead! She, who couldn t be allowed to love her fated mate becau
