Chapter 85: When You Mourned Me Pt. 1

Vale:

I didn’t realize how much rage was inside of me. Of course, I was angry-in my mind, though it may be bias of me, I had every right to be. Even in not fully knowing why I was so angry.

My memory from before…I mean exactly before I died, it was severely flawed-damaged even. I knew who Alastair Wade was, I even recognized that insufferable Harlyn, a girl whom I’d grown to love in a way that, unfortunately I could not force out of my memory or my mind.

I remembered the Lycan king; how could anyone forget him? His tall, brooding bulge of masculinity, and the subtle resentment of the world in his hard and yet beautiful eyes. I was hard-pressed to confess that thinking about him and our controversial situationship