I felt it. The pain of loosing a mate. It started slowly and gradually spread through the whole of my body, twisting my guts. And just as fast as it started, it stopped abruptly. I waited for the feeling of emptiness that I’d heard followed the loss of a mate, but I’d been empty my whole life that it didn’t matter. What I felt in reality was relief. My wolf wasn’t whimpering in my head, she just went quiet.
It felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders and I started to feel guilty for it. Zayden was my mate, but he was cruel to me, he had a special hatred for me yet he wouldn’t reject me because seeing me suffer gave him a hard-on. I groaned inwardly and sat at the edge of the bed, trying to relieve one good memory we had. But there was nothing but bitterness. Pain. Suffering.
