“Damm it!” I yell out in frustration as I trash our bedroom. OUR BEDROOM. I grip my hair and tug at it with force to cause me pain. It has been a week. A motherfucking week without my mate. I can feel her pain curse through my whole body, and I can’t do s**t to make her feel better. I have not been sleeping nor eating. My mind is set on, in finding my mate and bringing her back into my arms.
As I continue to trash our bedroom, there is little to nothing that has not gone thought my anger. I have destroyed the TV, curtains, the bed sheets, a random vase, and a photo of us. As I have had enough of my anger, I walk towards her drawer to try and to at least feel a little closer to her. I open up her shirt drawer and dive into it. Smelling her intoxicating scent. I pull out one of her favorit
