Dean's POV
I have missed her so much. It took me a few years to find her, and now she is standing in my arms. I do not want to let go of her as I am afraid she will melt away as she always does in my dreams when I wake up. It does not mean I am not angry at her. I am furious. She left me all those years ago without saying a word. She disappeared overnight, and I was left all alone. My heart was bleeding for my mate, but she did not care and ran away. If she did not love me, why was she kissing me as she missed me as much as I missed her? Does she love me as much as I love her? I lost her before I realized how much she meant to me. The first few days, weeks, and months I searched for her, I was going off my head. I knew she was alive, as my wolf would have felt she was dead. Besides, Damie
