Elisa D´Angelo
My mates walked out of the corner, where the Archives accommodated them in a room to talk. I sat beside Angie, and Roger sat across the table from her. I kept my eyes locked on a parchment. We had finished researching the mate bond; now it was time to find a prophecy or uncover who might want to sabotage the Moon Goddess's plans.
The scratch of chairs announced that my three mates were back around the reading table. I didn´t look up or meet their eyes. I was too upset, especially with Wyatt. I couldn't choose who my family was, or what test the Goddess had in store for us as a bloodline. For him to judge us so easily and call us a calamity, as if we wanted to fight a complete war every time one of us found a mate, was upsetting.
I kept my eyes down, pretending to read,
