Chapter 88

Although that changed at a mild pace. I met some other werewolves who were feeling rather lonely as well and I guess we just... bonded. They're all dead now, but oh well. You see, we all had a similar desire. We wanted Wilder to suffer, we wanted him to loose the desire to live. For the big bad Alpha to drown in his very own pit of agony." Emile gave a short pause, as if recoiling her thoughts. I didn't dare speak. Honestly, I could hardly even breathe. "It's harder than you think, you know, to make up a plan that has this conclusion. Wilder couldn't feel. He truly was heartless. Killing countless of people, ruining thousands of lives. He never loved, never genuinely laughed, even when he was with me. He forced himself to believe that it was real, but I could see through his mask. Unfortunately, I never truly saw this until you came in the picture. You can't fake the love you have for your mate, even if you really, really try. You make him feel. E