DRAVEN'S POV.
The realization hit me like a physical blow to the face, and it was more painful than any I'd ever received.
Vera, the female who had tried to kill me, the female who I'd stood by and watched Lenora torment for days, the female whom I'd had collared and made into a slave in my pack. She was my mate. My fated mate.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, matching the surge of panic overtaking me. For days, hatred and resentment had accumulated in my heart towards her, but now, they were gone—replaced by something infinitely worse. Longing. The unbearable, unrelenting need to see her, to be with her, to finally hold her in my arms after all these years spent searching for her. But stronger than that, a need to fix what I had shattered.
Jace stirred within me, his presence fai
