Whoever did this to me should have known I’d pick at it until it bled. Someone messed with me and no matter how often I’m told to forget it and move on as Torin’s mate, there’s no way I can. I’m being lied to and missing weeks and months of time. Funny how quickly dreams turn into nightmares. It seems my childhood dreams were finally a reality. I’d all but given up, until a quirk of true mate genetics gifted me a true mate like no other. Of course, that dream existed before my father betrayed the pack and turned me into their punching bag. Growing up in Torma, the strongest of the shifter packs, I wanted nothing more than to find my true mate and live my best life. So why does it taste like ash on my tongue? I finally have the life I always dreamed of. The epic conclusion to the Shadow Beast Shifters.
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