Malcolm
It’s been a week and a half since Sofia left me. My heart is broken, as is my wolf. Xerxes has barely spoken a word since that day we watched her disappear into the portal to god knows where. I sent out trackers and scouts to find her, but no trail was located. Everyone told me to give up, but I couldn’t. The last letter she wrote sits in my hand, and I keep reading it over and over.
My Dearest Malcolm,
First, I have to say I love you. I love you more than anyone I have ever loved, and I know you love me. You are the first person to show me, real love. But it is clear to me that this will never work. The wolves don’t want an assassin as their queen, and I don’t want you to spend all your energy trying to justify me. I believe you deserve better than me. So, I have to go. I canno
