Darcy I don't know how long it has been, I don't know anything any more, I don't feel any pain for except for the loss of my pup. I lost all my hopes the moment I lost my pup, I wanted to hold it in my arms, play with it, watch it grow up, but they were gone, I didn't even get to see my pup, not even a glimpse. My tears have dried, but the wound that's left in my heart can never be healed. I only feel hate, I hate him the most in this world, I hate the Moon Goddess for making me his mate, I hate her for giving me a wolf that never wanted me, I hated her for giving me parents that never cared about me, I hated my wolf, my parents and I wished for once that it would have been better if I had died. I hated my wolf the most, when she was supposed to be there for me so we could share our pain together, she blamed me, she accused me of my child's murder and left me alone. Her words kept ringing in my head as I recalled what happened.
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