43 Regret

Lucian

It had been hard living without Scarlett.

My days were void of joy, and I often drank myself into a stupor.

Clay was yet to give up.

He passed her photo around and listed rewards for anyone that saw her. Maxwell was an empty shell.

He would often go and take his anger out on Bianca and her child, but soon he stopped, realising that wouldn't bring Scarlett back.

He was now never at home.

I knew he usually shifted and sat by the roadside where her scent ended the night she ran away.

He would sit there looking for a clue searching for a miracle, anything that would lead us to our mate: anything that would make the pain go away, but nothing happened. We were empty shells.

We neglected our duties, but how could we function when our souls had been ripped from us?

The seer said we shouldn't give up hope, and she might come back to us one day, but even hope had given up on us.

I sat in my room and wept.

I thought of everything I did and wept.

I had never prayed, but feeling