ost her memory in a Rogue attack a month ago-an attack where she'd thrown herself in front of
someone else. "Honestly, it's just a game," she said, her thoughts sharp and cruel. "I'll play with the little O
votion, the three years she'd relentlessly pursued me, the sacred vow I broke to make her my Chosen Mate-it was all a gam
une trying to heal, the mate I would have given my life for, was laughing at my devotion while planning h
ders. Kneeling before the Moon Goddess, my voice stripped of all warmth, I invoked the Rite
pte
LEN
ng around me. Each drop of rain that hit my leather jacket felt like a tiny, cold fist. I ran, my long legs ea
locking away her memories of us, of our seven years together. This herb, a rare gift from t
our Mind-Link, the special connection forged between chosen mates.
my love. J
elody in my mind, was sharp, amused, and directed at someone
another month, tops. Then I'll stage a dramatic 'recovery' and go back to bei
rld st
rt-it all went silent. The words echoed in the sudden emptiness of
ga
acred vow to only accept a Fated Mate. The nights I'd spent holding her, promising to protect her f
om my grasp. It landed in a puddle at my feet, its silvery light ext
ead, dripping into my eyes. But I didn't feel the cold. I fel
ess, her eyes locking onto me, the newly appointed Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, with an intensity that promised conquest. Then came the three
dly silver, meant for my heart. I remember the hiss as it cut through the air, and then a flash of crimson as she threw herself
fierce, so selfless? I had accepted her. I had made her my Chosen Mat
onth ago... I had mobilized every Warrior, interrogated every captured Rogu
, the sound of my inner wolf cl
torm. My steps were heavy, each one a final, crushing end to a Chapter of my life. I d
eir faces etched with confusion, and knelt before the towering marble statue of the Moon Godde
pity. I need
egan, his voice a gravelly whispe
n onto the polished floor. My voice, when it came, w
f the Blackwood Pack, hereby
ed through
and Seraphina Volkov, my Chosen Mate, to be broken. It is null. It i
rehead to the c
ds tasting like ash in my mouth, "relinq