River:
The man on the floor was hardly recognizable. His body was broken, swollen in places from blows, split open in others where blood still seeped sluggishly. But the wounds were already knitting together... signaling that he would soon be ready for another round of torture.
I stared at him, with my arms folded across my chest and my jaw locked so tightly I thought it might shatter.
This was him.
Ethan Blackwood.
The so-called mate Evaline had once believed in. The boy who had stood in front of everyone and torn her heart apart.
Though the truth was finally out that Kieran, and not Ethan, had been the mate she sensed that night, it still didn't explain why she felt the mate bond with Ethan the very next day and even experienced the pain when he rejected the bond. Was he indeed her mate?
I had hated Ethan since that night of Alpha selection ceremony at Nightshade Pack. But now… now I wanted answers.
