Sherry's POV:

I was trembling and in pain. For weeks, I had been walking aimlessly and waiting for my death. I was hungry and thirsty, yet I couldn't help myself.

My own mate had blinded me and wished I was dead. I accepted my fate and honestly had a change of heart at the last moment.

I wished for everything I had back as part of the pack, yet I couldn't appreciate it.

"Neo," I whispered in silence as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I missed him with all my heart, as much as I ...