The morning sun came through the window, but I didn't feel the warmth.
Before I could even open my eyes, my hand moved across the bed. I reached out to the other side of the mattress, expecting to feel warm skin. I expected to feel Astor’s strong back or his arm.
But my hand touched nothing.
I opened my eyes. The space beside me was empty.
Astor didn't come home last night.
A sharp pain hit my chest and it felt like someone had punched me in the gut. My wolf let out a low, sad whine in my head. She was heartbroken.
I pulled the cold blanket up to my chin. I felt tears burning my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. l'm not weak and most importantly somethings wrong with him.
I had to believe it was true. If I believed that Astor truly hated me, I would fall apart. And I could not
