Chapter Nineteen

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Seraphina Pov She is boohooing crying at this point. I hate it. Celine is not the type of she-wolf who wears her emotions on to her sleeve. She is brave and beautiful. She is the badass. In over a century, I’ve only seen Celine cry a few times and it was mostly around May, 3 of some years. That’s the day that her father was taken away from her. That’s the day that haunts a lot of wolves. The day of the Awakening. My heart breaks along with the c***k of Celine’s broken voice. I absolutely hate it. I hate my situation. I hate that I can’t seem to be able to save myself and I hate the fact that I’m incapable of living up to my family name. The Blackwood’s! I hate myself. I’ll never forgive myself for causing everyone such much pain and trouble, including Marko Polo and my mate. This is a

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