MISHA HAD LEFT HER RIGHT ON HER DOORSTEP. It had been about five minutes since she had arrived home, and most would be happy- thrilled even, but she wasn't.
How could she be? When everything she wanted had to dead in front of her, and the worst thing about that was she didn't do a damn thing about it. She just let it happen. 'How could you let it happen?' It was like her own mind was against her.
She was to blame. She should have fought harder to keep Grayson near here, but she didn't.
'You don't deserve a mate.' She seethed to herself. Maybe that's why the Gods had taken him away from her so quickly, she just couldn't handle having a mate.
Alison jumped at the sudden door flinging to an open, her hands curling to fists at her side. She couldn't help but be angry at her, the only person who had a hand to play in his death.
"Alison."
