About two hours later all of my belongings were in Cayden's room and put away. It was strange being in his room, especially since the last time I was in here he told me about his true mate.
Looking to the bedside table I saw that the framed picture that used to sit there was no where in sight. I had mixed emotions about this. Though I was extremely happy that Cayden is now my mate I cant help but to feel like I had stolen something from Sophia, his real mate.
This kind of thinking wasn't all that logical though. Sophia was human so she had no clue as to what mates even where, not to mention the fact that she was in a coma and had been for as long as Cayden had known about her.
No matter how many times I tell myself this I still manage to make myself feel guilty. With Manuel and I, it
