It was unexpectedly agonizing night for both Selene and Fang. He had never come off this clean to anyone. He had barely known her for mere months. But that was the beauty of the soulmate bond and the curse of breaking it.
The kind of bond that did not ask permission before it carved itself into your ribs and made a home there, even when everything else told it not to stay.
For Selene, the anticipation was enough.
It wasn't the hopeful kind either. It sat heavy, like something unfinished clawing at the edges of her mind, refusing to settle into silence.
That night was the first time she had desperately tried to remember something, anything from the past Fang mentioned. It was hard to rely on the others and especially not be able to pick your people out from the ones against you.
Memories didn't come like stories. They came like fragments of heat and emotion she couldn't anchor to names or faces, slipping away the moment she reached for them.
