Marcus leaned against the closed door of his bedroom. He closed his eyes for a second and then walked to the bed. He sat down. He clenched his head in his hands, feeling like he could scream. Seeing Mikaela hurt more than he thought it would. Yesterday, after leaving the car wreck he had been preoccupied with find the diary that he hadn’t thought much about the pain that had sliced through him. But later that night when he’d managed to calm down and finally assess how he felt he could feel that something was missing within him. His wolf could feel it too.
He was the one who told him that they were not connected to their mate anymore.
“She’s gone,” he said in a defeated voice. Marcus had felt for him. He had been happy with finding a mate that in that moment it had been so devastatin
