Heartbroken.

Connor.

The lump in my throat didn't go away. With every step I took, I felt the stretch of the bond of the person I left behind.

Along with the broken pieces of my heart.

Stepping into Isabella's home, I could only pray that nobody was in sight. Time had passed since I left with the excuse of seeing through the remaining preparations.

But my hopes were gone. Isabella was nowhere to be found, but my uncle and aunt were.

So were my parents.

They looked up in a scarily synchronized fashion, there eyes and smiles bright. I had no doubt that they were reminiscing in nostalgia, the same way I left them.

My mother's face fell first. She walked toward me with a worry ridden expression.

“What's wrong, darling? Why do you look so down?” I should have been more careful, and acted slightly cheerful.

Neither of them knew the truth of my mating. It had taken pleading from Isabella's parents to keep it a secret. A secret which I was supposed to reveal after I had gotten Karina's favor. I remembered