CHAPTER 25
WHAT I USED TO BELIEVE
BETTY'S POV
I used to believe finding my mate would save me.
The thought came back to me that night as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling while Lisa's words replayed in my mind.
You just have to believe it's possible.
For a moment, I almost believed her.
Then another memory surfaced.
A different place.
A different time.
Before the pack house.
Before everything became complicated.
Back when I still believed a mate could be the answer to every problem I had ever known.
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The cottage smelled of mint leaves, crushed lavender, and boiling herbs.
I sat at the wooden table, carefully slicing dried roots into thin strips while Rosia stirred a dark green mixture over the fire. The pot bubbled softly, filling the little cottage with warm, earthy st
