(Owens POV)
I sit at Ramona’a bed side, waiting for her to wake up. Eighteen years, Eighteen long agonizing years I’ve looked long and hard for my mate and here she is laying in this hospital bed. Her long dark hair is as shiny as I remember, I stroke her hair gently. And she stirs in the bed. A few seconds later her Green eyes are looking at me nervously. I stand up and lean over her bed to get a better look at her.
“Owen?” She whispers. Her voice is so faint it’s like I imagined it.
“Ramona.” I whisper back, unable to contain myself I grab her face and kiss her passionately. Her soft plump lips envelope mine and she kisses me back with a yearning that I’ve missed out on for almost two decades. When I pull away her light brown face is flushed red. My mind is racing a mile a minute as
