VALENS

'Are we still doing this?' Zino asked for the tenth time that day.

'Yes, we are still doing this," I snarled at the mutt.

'She is our mate. We have to forgive her,' he piped up but I ignored him. Now more than ever, I wanted to silence the voice in my head.

The voice in my head had been my companion since I was a child, had grown and developed with me until my body had the capacity to let it out. Zino and I were best friends and more than best friends, we were one; two parts of a whole.

'Are you listening to yourself? She cheated...