#Chapter90
There have been countless times where I had nothing to do but wait to see my mate's face—wait to see if he is coming back to me. Sometimes he would promise, and other times he wouldn't, but either way, an encumbering feeling of unease would slither around in my body, prodding and yearning to escape. I remember what it feels like to be without him now. My father's power numbed such deprivation, but it's back with a painful familiarity. I sit on the steps of the back porch and wait for him in the cold that again fails to chill me.
As I stare out at the trees, I can't help but imagine my father standing between them, watching me, waiting. I want to believe that the moon goddess can keep him from me, but I know things can't be so simple. The question plays over and over in my head; how did he come here in the first place? My mind aches from contemplating all the possible ways, but what gnaws at my sanity even more is the fact that I may never know.
