Overthinking

Clara

Rhys watched the hospital nurses as they cleaned Faye. He was determined to take her to Iron Mane pack for her last rites. He stood there numb, his eyes fixed on his mate, his face pale and his eyes red. His hair was messy, and his demeanor looked like that of a wolf who had grown tired of his life.

Loss of a mate was monumental in a wolf’s life. It felt like your soul was ripped apart in on