Bale.
The memories kept flooding my mind, stronger with every second I spent beneath the cold, blue waters of the spring. His voice echoed in my thoughts, soft and yet piercing.
You're my Link.
And I don't care if you're a werewolf...
You're beautiful...
I love you.
It didn't make sense anymore.
None of it did.
I'd lost him, my mate, and no matter how much time passed – weeks now. But my heart couldn't heal. The ache only grew, as if each day apart added to the unbearable longing and need to see him.
The cold water pressing against my skin did nothing to numb the pain. It only made the memories painful and clearer.
All he nights we spent together, as brief as they were, flashed through my mind.
We hadn't had much time, him and I.
It was not enough.
I spent so much time holding back, scared of what he would think if he truly saw me, all of me.
I feared that he wouldn't be able to handle what I really was and wasted so much time.
