#Chapter 113 The Moonstone

Theodore’s POV I didn’t understand why the Moonstone glowed. Yes, I felt some sort of pull toward Eva, but everything about her felt off. And I still also felt a pull toward Violet, even if it did feel battered and beaten. Then I turned in horror to Violet out of habit, turned to my mate who I had promised to face the rest of my days with. I thought I had been in pain at the temple and at the hospital, but that pain felt tolerable compared to this. To watching my mate’s devastation in response to the unfathomable, inexplicable glow of the Moonstone that confirmed Eva was my mate. To watching the woman who was always so reticent to show any emotion in public visibly shatter in front of all of us. When I saw the uncontrollable agony that my wife was going through, I questioned whether we would ever recover. Terror at the thought of losing her moved me into action, jumping from my seat so violently that my chair toppled over behind me. Eva clasped my forearm to stop me, her b