Where Silver Sculptures Weep
My mate chose to let me die.
His adopted sister dangled us both over a vat of molten silver. A sick game.
When he arrived, he saw the choice he had to make. Save one, and the other falls faster.
He slammed the pause button for his sister. Without a second of hesitation.
Then he watched me plummet.
"So the immortal bitch can feel pain after all," he sneered as I screamed.
"Did you feel this way when you turned my parents into living silver statues?"
He turned and left, while the molten silver burned my hand down to the bone.
I dragged myself out of that silver hell and found him, our mate contract in hand.
"You can't destroy this damned thing yourself, so you want me to do it? Fine. Wish granted."
"Even without this, you'll never be free of me. Not after what you did."
The contract, formed from my own heart's blood, shattered like paper.
Soon, I wouldn't have to keep the secret any longer.
The moment the contract shattered, my unique wolf scent unfurled, searching for my kin.
Mason, you can't stop me from going home now.