Alexander's POV
I watch my mate sleep peacefully. Her slow breathing and soft snores were like music to my soul. I got up to a sitting position, careful not to disturb her.
Our lovemaking was full of passion, and it still sends chills down my spine just thinking of it.
I quickly and quietly left the room. I didn't want her to wake up. I didn't want to disturb her peaceful sleep.
I needed some time alone.
Time to think.
I left the packhouse and pulled up my wall, shutting everyone out, including Kevin.
I noticed that I had periods missing in my memories. Especially at night and especially after Kevin and I died,
Was the witch to blame? Had she spelled me some other way? Why couldn't Esme pick it up?
I took a run in the woods, trying to clear my thoughts. My mind is all over the
