CHAPTER 44

A few months earlier, Amelia finally accepted the fact that the little home in the woods had served as both her sanctuary and her prison.

She seemed to be weighed down by the weight of time, unable to do anything except sit at the window and watch the raindrops land on the glass. An entire year.

The man she loved, her house, and her pack were all forcibly taken from her for a whole year.Instead of a pulsating bond, Amelia felt a throbbing agony as her fingers apathetically ran over the skin surrounding her mate mark.

The sensation of Bruce's arms around her, his laughing, and the things she would receive with the pack were all things she attempted to recollect.

The memories were fading away day by day, much like carelessly left photos in the sun.

A phrase that Amelia would repeat to herself repeatedly throughout the months: "He will come for me."

"Elijah assured me that this is temporary. We are strategizing. I simply have to be patient. ”

But, as soon as she uttered it,