Chapter 119 One-hundred And Nineteen

• Abel
• The remains of my desk crunched under my feet as I surveyed the destruction. Splinters of oak were embedded in the walls, my computer monitor sparked fitfully from where it was lodged in the drywall, and papers drifted down like ash from a funeral pyre. My hands were bleeding, knuckles split from punching through solid wood, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the gaping wound in my chest where the mate bond used to live.
• My wolf wouldn't stop howling. The sound reverberated through my skull, a constant keening wail for our mate. Go after her, he demanded. Fix this. Bring her back. Our mate, our mate, our mate.