“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
― James Patterson, The Angel Experiment
“Now Rose,” Josie instructed as both sat cross legged on the floor of the temple of the moon goddess. It was quite small. It was located on pack territory. Incense burned around them and ancient carvings were etched into the grey stone walls of the temple. A book written in a language which had been lost to man lay open in front of them. “You know that I can no longer tap into my latent power of conversing with the elders because my mate, the Alpha, has died. My son is the new Alpha and being his mate, now the responsibility lays on your shoulders. That mark on your arm-“ she indicated to the strawberry shaped dark red birthmark on Rose’s pale upper left
