30 A Savior or the End
I have failed. Aleric sighs.
My first love was my fated mate. Genevive. We had grown up together. Finding out she was my mate when we came of age was the best feeling. I have never felt as good since. She smelled like a warm cup of coffee. I cannot pass a shop or cafe without thinking of her. She died tragically a year into our relationship. She had yet to become, but she became very ill early on. I had truly loved her. She passed in my arms one night. After she passed, I went into a rage. I terrorized a small village that we annexed into our territory.
The year after Genevive there was Iris. She was a kind woman. She baked bread in the kitchens and would make my meals when I would sneak down there seeking solitude. Iris was never my fated mate, but I took her an
