Delilah ran with no care for direction, she ran, and she did not look back. She was finally free; free from the man who had kidnapped, abused and killed her child…she was free, so why…why did there seem to be a hole in her heart?

She stopped in tracks, twisting to look at where she was running from. That sad look that had been on his face kept tearing her heart apart, ripping her open. She hadn’t really felt the mate bond before, but right now, it was touring through her, pulling ...