It’s happening again. The orchestra strikes up. Grayson’s face is the definition of misery as she dances.
My heart sinks. Grayson is my mate. I can’t allow this to happen.
Our lost lives flicker before my eyes. There’s the commitment ceremony we’ll never have. The children we’ll never meet. The home we’ll never make together.
I’ve loved the familiar weight of Grayson on my back as we race through the forest. Even as a kid, I couldn’t wait to meet my vita. Now that I’ve met Grayson, I can’t let her go.
My wolf.
My wolf.My mate.
My mate.Tears pool in her lovely green eyes. I stare at the red shoes that won’t stop moving until they take her life. As the delicate silk tightened around her feet, I’d never felt more helpless and enraged.
A chill of awareness crawls up my back. What if the
