Alpha Mason’s POV
For eighteen years, I believed my mate was dead.
For eighteen years, I mourned her.
And all that time… she had been alive.
Alive and suffering at the hands of monsters.
The thought alone made my wolf roar in agony inside my head. The moment I saw Fraye again, I knew something was wrong. My wolf instantly tried reaching for Sarah, her wolf, but there was nothing there.
Silence.
An emptiness that shouldn’t exist between mates.
That was when I knew.
Fraye had lost her wolf.
The realization shattered me all over again.
She had lived through years of torture, beatings, and pain while I buried an empty grave and convinced myself there was nothing more I could have done.
But there was.
There had to be.
Richard kidn*pped Gemma.
The Rogue King took Fraye.
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