My mate, my beautiful, courageous mate who had never learned the meaning of fear, never knew when to back down, would be out there now looking for me. And I never wanted her to get close to this place. To that monster who knew how to do the unspeakable to Fae-kind “Rosa,” I whispered thickly into the icy air. “Don’t come for me,” I ordered, repeating the words I had said to her in our parting moment, hoping the stars would guide her away from me now. “Don’t search for me anymore, little pup.”
