Thorne’s POV
Turning over, I find the bed beside me cold and empty. The ache in my chest grows, and I look around for my mate. She’s here somewhere because her scent is still fresh, but she’s not in bed like she should be.
She doesn’t respond when I call out to her, so I throw the covers off, pull on a pair of sweats, and begin searching the house. I follow her scent downstairs, to the kitchen, then out to the back lawn where I find her sitting on the grass.
Since her wolf came out a week ago, she’s been spending more time outside. Sometimes we go for runs and others, we just sit there, like she’s doing now. However, the closer I get, the more I feel and see.
The ache in my chest comes from Aurora, and I instantly realize why. Her mother’s journal lays open on the grass in front of
