Tyler
She sat down and looked at that photo of Dereck Daily and Ryder; her unknown to her but identical twin. ‘What do you want?’ she asked her wolf.
‘Twin.’ Blossom huffed. ‘He’ll know what happened to her… Father there too.’
‘A father that chose her, not us.’ She muttered.
‘Had to choose, couldn’t have both.’ Blossom stated ‘a month old, he didn’t have a favourite.’ Her wolf told her.
‘You don’t know that,’ she muttered right back and tossed those photos on the bedside table. ‘could well have preferred lavender to jasmine.’
‘You overthink it.’ Blossom stated.
‘Yes, I feel unwanted right this very minute.’ and she did ‘Do you want another Chosen Mate?’ she asked directly.
‘I don’t know. I did not look at him. I might not be chosen, could be gifted but broken by twins death.’ she
