Henry
Alma’s words sank in heavily and deeply like a stab. We didn’t have time, only a couple of days. I was about to lose my mate or at least to be condemned to only have a ‘life’ with her in our dreams. Half a life, in which I couldn’t give her all she needed and deserved: our pack, our pups, a real life together.
I laid beside my mate and pressed her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her and exhaling deeply.
Gloom made my blood cold in my veins. Without her, life was cold, dry, a stupid struggle to survive in a pack calloused by silence, frost and blood. Kemy was what motivated me to claim my life and my pack. To fight to have a good life, and give a good life to the wolves of my pack.
She didn’t have time and I didn’t know what to do. Not even the Golden Dragons’ powerf
