Dan was surprised when Asher walked into the living room with his mate thrown over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
He lowered his newspaper, "That's new, what happened? "
"I wish I could tell you " Asher sighed and laid her gently on the sofa, careful not to stir her and making sure her body was properly balanced on it.
A wry smile twisted Dan's mouth, he envied Asher. Since he once had a mate, he knew how precious she was once to him.
Yes, he and Sabrina were doing great but sometimes he could still feel that void, that ache.
The demise of a mate always leaves a wound that scars - the emptiness never goes away. It's almost suffocating and tormenting initially but with time, the pain becomes numb - that is if you're patient enough and strong enough to endure that heart-wrenching pain.
It was never easy but it got easier; now he was happy with Sabrina. He just hoped their relationship would last for a long time.
