The door closed behind Kiarra and she released a deep breath. This was devastating. She threw her bag on the bed and headed for the bathroom. She had barely made it up the stairs only nodding when Samuel showed her to her room. She couldn’t speak because she knew that if she did she would cry. She hated feeling so weak and looking so pathetic. The room was simple but nice. It was on the second floor of the pack house and she fought not to ask which room was his. Her wolf was pissed at her for separating her from her mate.
She had gone through countless situations and faced worse, yet one simple meeting with him had rendered her a mess. If anyone else had said those words to her it would have been nothing she could handle but from Zion Cartier it was everything. His name sounded like music
