Chapter EIGHT

Hardin’S POV Wilma was buried today. She has finally been put six feet and I can only hope that her soul rests in perfect peace. I loved Wilma. From the first day saw her, I had known she was the one. I had smelt her pheromone and it attracted me to her. Since then, I have never understood how come she was not my mate. It is known that a Shewolf emits a pheromone that attracts her male werewolf, her mate. That day when I first saw Wilma, her pheromone attracted me and I had expected my wolf, Adam, to jump around and announce the word “mate” on my mind but he didn’t. Instead, he had told me she wasn’t our mate, but I couldn’t resist the pheromone I smelled on her, so I spoke to her. We started meeting frequently after that Adam, eventually learned to like her too. When Wilma found her mate, she didn’t hesitate to reject him and I was beyond grateful. I loved her very much, so I promised her that I was going to reject my own mate the day I would find her and I did just that, but she got