Astor’s Pov
I was trembling, and it had nothing to do with the cold air seeping through the old windows of the packhouse office. I was shaking because of the crushing weight of shock.
Faith.
Six years. Six long, empty, agonizing years I had spent tearing her memory out of my mind, piece by bloody piece. It was impossible to fully cancel her out of my heart, but I had done everything l could do to forget she ever existed.
Everything.
Only for her to show up, not just back in our territory but standing there, glowing like a luna goddess, in the form of a magnificent, massive white wolf.
I didn't even want to allow my brain to process the fact that she was truly my fated mate. None of the magic or the fate could take away the sharp, searing ache that felt like a permanent hole ripped r
