Then-Opal
I hated being alone. I always had and being alone in Wrens rooms was worse somehow. I think because it was the place where we were always together. Like the little cottage in that mountain valley.
They were our places.
Places that we should have been happy and yet they had been sullied by my own insecurities and doubts.
I had doubts now as well. Doubts whether I would ever see Wrens darkly handsome have again. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would never see him again. That we would never again get the time together that we were owed.
Surely fate would not be that cruel? Surely she would bring my beautiful mate back to me?
He was only going after Anton after all. It wasn’t like he was going into battle.
All these dark thoughts were just my over active imagination.
