Twenty four.

Willow

My stomach is in knots as he leaves. ‘Now and forever.’ It’s so permanent.

I had always been made to believe that the idea of mates is just a fantasy story from long ago. My father always said it was to give hope to little girls that Mr Right would be out there somewhere. Their prince charming.

I had asked him what would happen if he found his mate. Would he leave us for her?

He told me ‘No, I don’t need anyone else.’ But ultimately, as I grew older, I learned that his words didn’t mean much. He only truly cared about himself.

My shoulders drop and I find myself staring at the closed door, playing with my swollen lip. Could it really be true? Is Zane my mate?

I could smell him, but I had no pull to him. I didn’t find myself longing for him. But he did make me feel safe. Any time he held me, it felt like the world had fallen away and it was just us. No man had ever made me feel like that.

Being a halfbreed really did suck sometimes.

Through the window, I spot him moving across t