HELDA***

It’s been a year since I said yes to the man I love.

A year of loving him and being loved in return.

If someone told me that I would be married years back, I would have laughed at such a cruel joke.

Fate has a way of making your crooked paths lead to the right one.

My wolf stirs inside, jerking me back to the present.

Sighing in contentment, I fold the last cloth in my hand before zipping the box.

Today would be the last day spent here.

Packing my things has brought back so ...