It's a curse that we always get broken by the people that make us whole…-A. J Lawless

Still Chaos's P.O.V

Following my mate's scent, I allow it to lead me to wherever he was. I stopped when his scent became prominent in a particular place.

Exchanging a last text with my mother, I slipped the phone back into my back pocket before lifting my head to take in my surroundings and the sight I saw sent a knife through my already cold heart.

I knew my mate and this pack ...