Chapter 103

I’ve wondered what would happen if I said screw it and just went that way more than once, but I know it’s probably nothing more than my being dumb and imagining it. I’m lost emotionally and physically, so it’s no wonder my mind is trying to give me some sort of guidance, or fake purpose, to get me out of this funk. My plan was always south, my instincts keep on trying to sway me away from the south, and I shouldn’t ignore my gut, but if my instincts are as faulty as the Fates, I’m better off ignoring them completely. Look how wrong they were about Colton. He did it ... ignored them despite our bond. He marked a mate and forgot about me. I guess it wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be in the end. He just needed me to get out of his way. South is where my mother said her family came from, not that I know much about them, as she never really spoke of her roots the way my father did. My mother was not a Radstone wolf, nor a Whyte pack. She came from somewhere else, shrouded in mystery,