*2nd June 1976*
Waylon’s POV.
My mouth was greedy for air as my eyes opened wide. I slowly pushed my body up the moment I realised I was laying down on a bed. My bed, in my room. The room was dark as I looked in the direction of the window and I knew by the star lights shining in the night sky. That was enough to tell me that it was night and not just my room being cut off from sunlight.
My body ached as I rested my body onto the beds headboard, it wasn’t the kind of ache from an intense workout, it was the kind of ache from a loss. It took a moment or two before I fully remembered.
Trickles of tears rolled down my cheek as the memory flooded my mind. She was gone. My fated mate was gone. I didn’t know she was mine until I saw her on the bed, unconscious. It was her eighteenth
