ZADEN'S POV
I stand there perplexed as she looks at me with the same fire in her eyes, that I saw in her when we first met. She loved doing the things that annoyed me. But deep down I enjoyed it.
I used to enjoy our fights especially the look of anger that goes over her face when she hears me call her a little mate, she is anything but. That's why sometimes knowingly I used to push her buttons and sometimes mistakenly too hard.
So that I can witness the same look again in those eyes that are capable of holding a great storm in them.
It was too late when I realised that how much I needed her. The idea of her leaving me again feels like someone's twisting a knife in my chest.
So, many nights I prayed to the goddess of her return so that I can repent for the mistakes I've made.
I am not an emotional person. I became stone cold when my mother died. I witnessed the condition of my father when she died.
Sadness.
Hurt.
Anger.
Rage.
Wild.
He became a killing machine a