Chapter Two Hundred and Two

Celeste’s POV

My heart splinters as another wolf dies.

It happens every time, the sorrow. The pain.

And despite the fact of not knowing my wolf shifters personally I still mourn them as I would Theseus or Lilith.

After the pain subsides enough to move from the gardens I were walking in. I head back to the house and upstairs to the pool of wolves to figure out who came back to me.

It isn’t hard to see. After all I’ve had nothing to do but sit in this room waiting on making new pairs.

Little Aref a young female wolf had come back to me.

I sent her out only but a six or seven years ago.

Her human counterpart being an alphas daughter.

I wonder what happened. Was she ill?

Did some thing u toward take her?

Maybe she was running around, hit her head and had an untimely death.

I supposed this is my downfall, not knowing just how my pairs die.

But then again if I knew each and everyone I’m sure my heart would break even more.

I pick up Aref, cradling her in my hand. The wolf is sad, much as yo