I can no longer stop myself from crying. I can not remember the last time I allowed myself to cry… I don’t think I even cried when my father died. The thought of losing my mate to another’s bite is more than I can bare. If the council gets ahold of her, I will have no choice but to bit her or lose her. Neither of which I think I can do. I love her more than life itself… I should have just let the rogues kill that night on the road… I hold her tight and smell her deeply, trying to reassure myself that she is here… she is with me. She runs her fingers through my hair lovingly. I love her, but she has no idea what I am being put through right now. The decision that they are trying to force upon me. She would forever resent me if I bite her, and the goddess would not bless our
