Even so, as we were walking down the sidewalk, I couldn’t resist looking behind us once, back up the sidewalk to the church.
I didn’t see anyone, but I still had the strangest feeling like I was leaving someone behind.
Damien’s POV
On my knees in the middle of the aisle in the empty church, looking up at the pedestal that still held the box of Amelia’s ashes, I felt each and every crack as my heart tore apart.
Every day since she had been taken from me, I had been drowning, trapped in an ocean of grief. For a few days, seeking revenge, I had sought out and found purpose. But now that revenge was sated, what was left for me?
Where did I go from here?
How was I supposed to keep going without the woman I loved beside me?
For werewolves, the mating bond was sacred. When it was broken li
