Bastien’s POV
Axel hasn’t made a sound in days. Though he was all but feral from the moment I answered Danver’s phone call to the second Dr Kane uncovered Selene’s body in the morgue, he hasn’t moved a muscle since. I’ve found myself reaching out to him on the hour, extending my internal feelers toward his shape just to make sure he’s still there.
More than anything else, his absence tells me that this nightmare I’ve been living is unfortunately very real. Selene – my sweet, perfect little wolf – is dead.
She ran from my home believing I thought her guilty of a terrible crime. She fled my protection because I made her think it was persecution, and died alone and afraid.
My father’s death nearly destroyed me, but my mate’s has annihilated me completely. Everything that used to matter
