Chapter 447
Chapter 447
Amy,
I haven’t heard from you in a week. I hope you read my letter. I know it is stupid for me to think you will forgive me instantly, but
I hope you will give me a minute to explain it to you. I’ve spent this last week getting updates every day from Sterling. I don’t
know if I ever told you he is my cousin.
He told me you have been stuck in your apartment. I can’t help but worry about what you’re going through. Has your heat ended?
Have you been looking for me? Have you called? I know the answer to the last one, it’s not, but I wish it was yes. I check my phone
endlessly all day waiting for your message.
I even look for an email, anything to let me know what is going on.
I was too stupid to get Wendy’s or Toya’s number as I ran like a coward from your place. But your scent, goddess, your scent, was
driving me crazy. It’s wrong and still it was the most delicious scent I had ever smelled in my life. 1
I can’t sleep without dreaming of you.
I know you struggled with your heat, and I am so sorry. If we were a little less stupid, or had wolves a little less stubborn, this
would have never happened. I would have never fallen in love with you, or maybe you would be smart enough not to like me. I
don’t know.
I don’t know what to think or how to feel. What I do know is that I dream of you. Every day. I smell your skin in the air, taste your
lips against mine. And then I wake up and you’re gone, a ghost.
You are haunting me, and I don’t ever want you to stop.
Goddess , save me.
Rowan
I toss the letter down and wipe my face. It was only the second one and I can barely breathe. How am I supposed to do this? Read
them all? But then I remember Megan’s words and I grab the next letter. If he was brave enough to write them, I would read them.
Amy ,
It’s been two weeks since I left you. I thought you have been ignoring me, but Sterling just told me you have come out of your heat
after a week. A week? That is almost unheard of for wolves. For lycans it is pretty standard for a female in heat, but it lessons with
their mate present.
What I wouldn’t give to be your mate.
I think about it sometimes. It’s stupid, I know. But I can’t stop running it through my mind. What it would mean if you were my goddess given mate? I think I’ve lived our lives together a thousand times by now.
I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you but I had this dream. I don’t even know you can call it a dream. I think about it, dream
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about it even when I’m awake. It has become my newest obsession. I can barely make it through a meeting without our life
unfolding like a story in my mind.
My mind has rewritten our meeting. How when I walked into the classroom and I spotted you? Instead of my heart stopping for a minute, and then I had to pretend to not be distracted. That my first thought about you wasn’t that you were the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen. Instead, I walked into the classroom and your scent hit my nose and I knew. You were meant to be mine.
I kicked everyone else out of the room, and I released my scent for you to recognize me as your other half.
We barely made it to our mating ceremony. I have pictured years with you. Our kids. So many kids.
But then someone speaks and I’m back here. In this place where I left you when you needed me the most and now I can’t see you.
Can’t touch you. Can’t even hear your voice because it would rip me open.
Goddess, I am the worst kind of man there is. I have started to hate my wolf. His name is Erubus. I don’t think I ever told you
about my wolf. I wanted to run with you, so you could meet him, but we never had any time to.
I hate that. I hate that I never got to meet your wolf. Why did we never run together?
I’m rambling at this point, but the truth of it is that this is all I have to hold on to. Your father has started in with these new plans
he wants to have a meeting about, and I have this pit in my stomach.
I wish I could come to your place and talk to you, but he’s sworn me to stay away. He says it’s better this way, but for who? It’s
not me.
Rowan
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