Samantha
I open my eyes before the alarm goes off. The image of a majestic black wolf lingers in my mind as Aria hums happily. She has been acting up for a week or so. She keeps musing about finding our second chance mate, but I ignore her. I will never accept another mate for as long as I live. I will not go through hell again.
‘You won’t live through hell,’ Aria whimpers.
I push her to the back of my mind and roll out of bed. I wander down the hall past my son’s room. I peek in at my five-year-old. He is sleeping soundly with his stuffed rhino, Billy. I then go down to the kitchen and start the coffee pot. I must go to work early to cover a shift. I pour the coffee and sip it black. “Yeah,” I smack my lips. I go back to my room to shower and get ready.
Aria is humming happily, but I
