A whole week passed, without me hearing anything about Kai or Seb or anyone else from the pack. I had to pretend each and every day that I was fine. So at night, I would burry my head in a pillow to cry and scream, heartbroken, that another day went by without any form of contact, any sign that Kai was OK. It was eating me alive, and people started to notice. I lost my appetite, I lost my sleep, I lost my will to live. I just needed to know he was OK. Maybe he had changed his mind and he didn’t want this trial anymore, maybe he had fallen back into his old ways, and he did not want me anymore, sticking to his old ways, claiming he did not want a mate at all. Or maybe he had died and this was just my body grieving over the loss of her mate, a mate that never had the chance to even claim me.
