My mate.
My other half.
The one person who was supposed to look at me like I was home.
And she didn’t.
She hadn’t come to us, hadn’t told us.
Hadn’t wanted us.
My heart twisted. Echo let out a low growl inside me, confused and hurting.
I stared at her like I could force the answers out with my eyes alone.
Because nothing made sense.
Why would she run from this?
From us?
From me?
Maybe she was involved with someone else.
Maybe she loved another man.
The thought hit like a punch to the gut, sharp and mean. But… no.
If she had, she would’ve rejected us already.
She hadn’t. And she was wearing the pendant now.
She was just staring at me. Not blinking. Like she was measuring how much of herself she could give.
“I had to,” she said quietly.
My brows pulled together. Had to? W
