Farewell My Dear Mate

While those rogue wolves tore into my flesh, my dear mate Logan was off celebrating the ten-year anniversary of his first meeting with Aria, his first love.

I tried to send him a desperate howl through the pack bond, but all I got back was,

“Don’t think this will grab my attention. I won’t come rushing back, you foolish wolf.”

Honestly, I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t come running, Knowing him, I’d probably would have ended up much worse.

Fast forward three nights, and there he was—