Chapter 4
Agony. Pure agony, so familiar it has bile rising to coat the inside of my mouth. My vision wavers, teary eyes twisting the world around me in a kaleidoscope of memory and reality.
One blink and I’m slumped in Shiloh’s office, staring down at the hardwood floors. Next, I’m on my knees, a mic abandoned beside me and the worn floor of the stage waiting to greet me.
This pain… It’s unbearable. I can’t survive losing another mate. My life with Bea has barely started. A single date and a handful of calls are all I have to show for the connection between us. Her throat doesn’t bear my mark, nor is her scent on my skin.
If I lose her now…
I’ll fracture.
Each breath brings fresh waves of pain, pulverizing the jagged pieces of my broken heart. To feel another mate experience such horrendous suffering, while I am hundreds of miles away and unable to help…
Fate is a wretched beast, laying waste to hearts around the world with every agonizing second of our existence. Dangling happy futures in our faces, only to rip them away.