Goodbye, Mate

When the rogue's claws plunged into my flesh, I could feel every ounce of agony, but what hurt more was the cold indifference of my mate, the Alpha. It was the tenth anniversary of his first meeting with his first love, and he was celebrating, oblivious to my plight. Without a wolf spirit to defend myself, I was helpless.

As the rogue tore into me, I managed to send a desperate mindlink to him, but his response was as cutting as the rogue’s attack. "Don't think this will catch my attention. You're nothing but a pathetic clown!"