lucians POV
"mario? what's the go? are we ready to roll out?" I ask him loosing my patience. I miss my Ana. my tone doesn't go unnoticed by him though
"yes yes we're ready, let's go" he snapped back at me making me snap my eyes at him
"sorry sir" he coughed and cleared his throat. yes you know better.
I've been away from ana for 3 days, almost 12 hours. I need my mate. Angela has been taking great care of her. who would of thought. the wicked witch was a just a pup in her hands, as was I.
no matter how much I wanted to feel some sort of hostility towards Angela about this, I couldn't, Blake couldn't. in my heart, I knew I felt nothing but happiness for her
. she is after all, the chosen one. most story's I've heard about the past chosen were that they had a few mates. I hope it
