Asher
13 hours. It had been 13 hours. My wolf had completely disappeared from my head, curled up in some corner of my mind, but I could feel his pain, it was like mine.
We had waited our whole lives to meet her, only to lose her in a matter of hours. It was enough to see her feel my soul return to its place, to be complete and I had already made a thousand plans, of what we could do together, of when I would take her to my territory, of when I would present her to my people.
Dreams that were shattered within seconds. Shattered like glass hit by a hammer. I clenched my hands and leaned on my thighs, but I felt nothing. I didn’t know how to get out of that spiral of pain that gripped me completely.
It was so weird. I think it was the effect of the mate bond. How could I suffer like that
