Chapter Fourteen.
Greyson sat in the silver-barred cell, his mate in the cell opposite him. He stared at the cold as ice, concrete floor, pondering the events that had led him to that place. He had killed an Elder. A good Elder. One whom he had once respected and held in high regard. He knew that Eliza would visit Maisy, ensure she had enough canned food for the winter. Her kind heart was one of the things he had loved most about her. His feelings toward Eliza had been pure, he had believed they were the ‘real’ thing, and that a mate bond could never come between them. Until the day he met Rein.
The rage he had felt, was replaced by confusion, the repression of his wolf, allowing him to think more clearly, something he had been unable to do from the moment he set eyes on Rein. His mate
