Chapter 13

"But, that day by the border, that was the first time someone had caught my attention like that." Greg continued, "but it was also the first time I had seen Wilder caught off guard. He looked vulnerable. He showed all the signs that he had found his mate. Signs that he never showed with Emily, but people never bothered to point it out." "But you said I'm his mate. If you think I really am his mate, then what about that girl?" Greg sighed sadly. I don't pity Greg, but I think he deserves better. He thought he found his mate, and then suddenly she's gone. I know the feeling. "Think hard, Rosalina. Where were you that night?" I don't understand what Greg is referring to, it couldn't be me. I would have remembered. I recall being by the river with my sister. Right by the border of our land, but I would have sensed them. I would have smelt them or noticed the shadows lurking behind the trees. Shadows.