Chapter 67 A Substitute
- I stared at my mate, the same man whom I thought was dead. He was the same. Everything about him was exactly how he was before his death.
- 'Mate!'
- Chels seemed like she was about to leap out of my chest, to get to him. For eight months, we have stayed without our mates. We missed him more than anything else. And there he stood, in front of me, looking like he just returned from work.