Kestrel's POV
My heart stops beating. I swear it actually stops for a full second before it starts again with a painful twist at the pit of my chest that makes me gasp. I'm staring at the phone in my hand, at Calista's contact photo smiling back at me, and all I can think about is her. The woman I know nothing about except that she's alive and she's back and she's everything I'm not. His first love. His real mate. The one he thought he lost forever.
Am I feeling angry at a woman I know nothing about? Yes. Absolutely yes. And I hate myself for it because it's not her fault that she survived, not her fault that she came back, not her fault that I'm suddenly the other woman in my own relationship. But the anger is there anyway, hot and bitter and consuming.
Why is she alive? Why now? Why d
