Rowan
When I first felt the mate bond and laid eyes on her, my heart had stopped.
She didn't seem like any average wolf, but I just didn't think much of it at the time.
But a Lycan...
My mate was a Lycan.
The very bloodline my great-grandfather had tried to erase from existence.
All of a sudden, it felt like the moon's judgment. The goddess' way of forcing me to face what my family had done. A cruel twist of fate that the one person destined to be mine would come from the very race my ancestors had led to slaughter.
Maybe her having another mate was a way to punish me with the intent that she might never be mine?
What if I could protect her, love her, give her the life she had been denied... maybe then the weight of my family's sin would finally lift.
Maybe then I could sleep without seeing their faces. Faces I had never actually seen but had conjured from the guilt passed down through generation upon generation.
