Forty-five: Xander

I had been running for thirty minutes and the anger in me hadn't subsided. It hadn't subsided during the past four years and I didn't know how to put an end to it. My chest was burning with fire. I ignited it a long time ago and I didn't know how to put it down. The people in my pack thought I'd have gotten used to her absence by now, but that didn't happen. Each day I woke up and hoped I'd find her with me, telling me that the nightmare was finally over and she would never leave my side. There were mistakes that one could never recover from and rejecting my unforgettable mate, Ayla, was one of them.

I was breathing, but I wasn't living. I didn't know how to live after Loana told me that my mate left. I tried to get in contact with Loana again, asking her to tell me if she had learned anything about Ayla’s whereabouts, but nothing worked. I searched everywhere in America. I asked every pack about her, yet I couldn't find her, she was too good at hiding.

As I ran