Page 95 of His True Mate

There was no way for me to tell the time or how long I’d been running in my fur. Normally I could look up into the sky and at least get an approximation.

Not this time.

All I saw was red.

I had never been so pissed in my entire life.

I knew it, she was leaving me. Thank God I hadn’t claimed her. Would she have even bit me back?

Running through the fields, I gave myself over to my wolf. Every now and then, he would stop and howl, calling to our mate. She never responded. She didn’t follow me. I had lost her for good.

The thing was, I thought we were good together. In her drunken state last night, she had said she wanted to stay. Had that been a lie?

I’d let my hopes rise that just maybe things were going to work out between us.

Fat chance of that now.

She’d made up her mind. There was nothing I could do about it.

Mate, my wolf growled, broadcasting pictures of Winnie into my mind.

I came to a screeching halt, flying through the air, feet over head, as I somersaulted across the ground.

What the hell was that?

Mine!my wolf aggressively announced.

Memories of my Winnie’s face popped into my mind so clearly that it felt like I could reach out and touch her.

I stood up and shook the loose dirt from my fur, torn between allowing myself to spiral into this deep dark despair at the thought of my life without my mate and turning back to take what I wanted, or at least beg her to stay.

All these emotions I was desperately trying to shut off came flooding back to me.

I’d never been so scared in all my life as when I thought she was in some sort of trouble. I ripped my damn front door right off of the hinges. And the relief that came from finding her there safe and sound had been indescribable and overwhelming.

My emotions were already jacked up when I saw all her things half crammed into the bag she’d arrived with, and the rest sprawled out on the bed. I knew she was packing to leave. Was she even going to say goodbye?

The anguish that thought brought me had me sitting back and howling into the sky once more.

The sound was haunting, even to my own ears.

Would it always feel like this? The anger, hurt, betrayal, and desolation I was simultaneously experiencing?

Tired of running and feeling drained from the emotional punch of the day, I laid down and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to move anymore, didn’t want to run. I just laid there, willing myself to feel nothing.

It didn’t work. I still felt everything, every pain since the second I met Winnie. But I also felt every joy and pleasure I’d experienced with her.

We may not have known each other long, and it was clear that she brought out the best and the worst in me, but it suddenly dawned on me that I had never felt happier or more complete than I did when I was with her.

I didn’t want to feel like shit the rest of my life without her.

I needed her.

I loved her.

That thought hit me so hard that I knew I would have stumbled backwards had I been standing.

I had no idea when it would happen, but that was the only reason I could think of that I would feel this horrible and yet blessed at the same time.