THAT WAS HOW EMILY HAD FOUND HER. One look at her face and Emily was hugging her. Whatever expression she held, Emily must've thought it was necessary for a hug.
"Everything is going to be alright," she smiled. "The beasts are gone and look," she motioned to her face, "You're cut has already healed."
She smiled- well, she tried to anyway, but the image of Grayson leaving her for the third time hurt. He didn't want her. She realised that ages ago but she didn't want to believe it. Maybe he was just sorting out his feelings, she had thought. 'Probably not' he had said. He didn't want her.
She wanted to forget about him the moment she found he was her mate, but she couldn't. He was always there, in her head. Her feelings towards him were all over the place that had no idea what she felt anymore.
