Derek

I fell to my knees as the pain of separation hit me. My wolf was raging. He wanted our mate.

Melody is gone.

She didn't choose me. She chose Dorian.

She chose that bloody Dorian over me. How could she?

I couldn't speak because my mouth tasted bitter. I couldn't swallow the bitterness. The pain was excruciating. It was becoming difficult to breathe.

My pups are gone.

Melody is gone.

I clutched my chest and grit my teeth.

"Was that Melody?" Sophia chose this moment to add salt to my ...