?Chapter 0495


    *She looks just like her." He murmurs. "The eyes, the hair, even those little cheek dimples. I should be more than happy that she looks just like her mother."


    "It''s a constant reminder of what you lost." I sigh


    *I love her. She is mine and she will always be mine."


    We stood in silence for a few minutes. "Is Eris dead?"


    "Yes."


    I nod, "Raven would have hated her. I don''t understand why I was paired with her."


    *The higher powers work in mysterious ways. But I do have a theory,"


    *Please enlighten me." I mutter with an eye roll.


    *You were Human once."


    "That''s all you''ve got?"


    *The story is that each and everyone of us has a life expectancy. A day where we can no longer recover or heal from whatever is thrown at us. Part of that story includes us finding our mates. But Wolves and Lycan mates are decided long before we even touch this Earth."N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    "If that were the case, why are Lycans being mated to Wolves?"


    He shrugs his shoulders at me. "As I said. It was decided long ago. But your kind threw a spanner in the works." "Lycans?"


    "Bitten Lycans. Maybe it was something they didn''t seeing."


    *That makes no sense. If our mates were already chosen, then they would have known we were in the works otherwise we wouldn''t be mated."


    He looks up to the sky. "Or maybe they are just ying with our lives and throwing challenge after challenge at us. A game of survival. But we all die in the end. That much is guaranteed."


    I cock a brow at him, "Did you eat some mushrooms when you were in the forest?"


    He smiles at me. "No, but sometimes we are missing what is right in front of us, Damien." He walks to the gravestone and ces his hand on it as he looks back at me. "She was your step to finding the one that you are supposed to be with."


    "Are you talking about Eris or Raven?"


    "Maybe both." He picks up the shovel as he walks away.


    Sometimes, I was certain he was high on something.


    Lowering myself to the grass, I stare at her gravestone for far too long. Wondering what she would think of all that has happened.


    Maybe Brax was right. Maybe she did have an expiration date and was never meant to live this long. But I knew a part of her would always be with me.


    It''ste when I get back. Samara is sitting on the sofa, with her hands sped around a mug as she practically inhales the coffee. I nce around the room. Sheets were stretched out everywhere being held up with pegs and string.Content belong to N?velDráma. Org.


    *Sorry, we made a den. Dorothy wanted to show you, but she crashed out."


    "She''s asleep?"


    She nods at me as puts her mug down. "She had a bath. A story and is asleep in her bed."


    I nce over my shoulder towards the stairs and furrow my brow. "She hasn''t made a sound?" There were very few people who she would allow to tuck her in. "How long has she been asleep?"


    She nces up to the clock. "About an hour. When you didn''te back, I told her that you might have been called to do something for the pack and that she was fine." She pauses and frowns. "Sorry, did you not want me to


    "It''s surprising, that''s all. Excuse me for a minute."


    Quietly moving upstairs, I poke my head around Dottie''s door. She''s sprawled out on her stomach. Her light brown hair is braided and soft snores fill the quiet. It was odd to see her so rxed in her sleep and not curled up in a tight ball. And the teddy bear that she had been given not long after I rescued her was on the floor instead of in a death grip.


    *Is everything okay?" Samara asks as I make my way down the stairs.


    "Yes. There has just been a lot happening today. A few things I need to wrap my head around."


    She smiles at me and nods. "Do you want to talk?"


    "Not yet."


    "Okay, do you mind if I get some sleep. Your kid is great but I am exhausted. It''s been a long time since I''ve been this active." She lets out a smallugh