Everything was beginning to make sense. His actions, his stares, his stupid questions and most importantly, his f*****g absence. Without a doubt, he is the one.
The wolves at the stairs squeeze themselves into the rails. “Slow down.” “You will fall.” “Watch where you are going.” They fire.
I get to the door and Frank is entering, he jumps to the side, holding it for me. I continue my sprint without looking back. I hit a rock, my ankle twisted, and pain spread through my right foot. Wincing, I head for the main gate instead of the other packhouse’s door.
If only I hadn’t been busy washing dirty laundry or watching my every move so the beatings would reduce, I would have had an idea of what it feels like to meet your mate for the first time.
If I had had friends, I would have known the f
