Alfa sat on a rock by the lake amidst the wildflowers, eyes closed, as the wind carried a little of her scent to him.
Aria, the doe eyed wolf... the love of his life... the one he ruined himself! He threw a stone on the water and watched it jump on the surface a few times before the water finally swallowed it.
He felt he was that stone, and he had to keep jumping on the Moonstone, now known as the Rogue Pack, before they caught him.
The afternoon sun wasn't as warm as it used to be. It seemed that the world was getting cold for him. He needed warmth. His mate's warmth.
Another stone flew on the water, bouncing a few times before finally succumbing to its fate. Try as hard as he could, none of the stones reached the other side.
He closed his eyes. 'Bella was your mate, not Arya.'
'If she makes the three sacrifices, you'll never get your mate back.'
'You took my wolf away from me? Why? Who did you ask?'
'We should send Michelle.'
'Michelle is Rodriguez, mate.'
