I sit on the bed, thinking about how I pulled away from Jamila. She kissed me, and I pulled away. How could I not? As soon as her soft lips crashed on me, glimpses of Apphia and of us kissing the same way played in my head. I was startled. I'm always startled when I look at Jamila, and glimpses of Apphia suddenly come to mind, or I see Apphia in Jamila's position. It's not fair that my mate is gone, and Jamila is here, taking her place, and now, my heart longs for her. My lycan wants ...