CLARA

#Chapter78 CLARA Twenty years ago… The mate bond, I feel, has unravelled something between me and Samuel. Something between us feels alive, tangible, different, and with a mind of its own because everywhere I go, it feels like I’m somehow being pulled together with Samuel. everywhere I go, he’s there. Everywhere I look, he’s there. Every time I breathe, I can catch a whiff of his scent. I would have loved to experience this special Samuel treatment before, but now it’s downright cruel to me. And it hurts so much that I can’t possibly describe it in words. It feels like a cruel twist of fate to me. My wolf has decided to go into mourning because she can’t really face the fact that our mate wants nothing to do with us. Granted, he hasn’t formally said the words that would lead to a formal rejection but it feels like that nonetheless. My heart aches all the time because all I want to do is touch my mate, breathe in his scent, and hold his hand as we walk down the school hallways. In