JACKSON
“Still nothing?” my brother, Jaime, asked me as he walked into my room.
I shook my head, trying with all my might to fight that awful pain that rippled through my chest. It was as if someone was tightening a rope around my heart, over and over again. Each second I spent apart from Meghan and our unborn baby, hurt more.
My Meg. My beautiful mate. The mother of my child.
I’d always known we were destined to be together; I’d felt the pull of the mating bond ever since I’d met her, on her first day of high school. I was already eighteen and had just come into my wolf by then, so I’d been able to feel the bond. I still remembered the incredible feeling – the way my heart had immediately fallen in love with her, the absolute and utter realization that she, the most beautiful girl
