Dallas

My bones still hold the gouges of rejection. It still hurts, watching Clayton love the one he rejected me for, and it probably always will. My body still yearns for my destined mate, the Moon refusing to set us free from the bond that stems from the marrow of our existence. Anguish and heartache with unbearable pain is the life I thought I was destined to live. Until Dallas. Even though he is not the mate destined for me by the Moon, we decided to choose our own paths. Fate was ours to determine. Or so we thought...