Chapter 8. Proclamation

Raina’s POV

Unrequited love.

Unfortunate souls.

A myth. Heard of it throughout generations and thought that it did not exist.

How could the deity of all werewolves take my mate from me? Valen was my crush. There was not a day that my heart did not climax with love for him. Howbeit our bond was ludicrous. A laughable tale. A deep clawing pain wedge in my chest. The bond had us on two distinct plateaus with a massive cleft between us in the middle.

The second grievous truth was that on Valen's eighteenth birthday, everyone was anxious to know if he had sensed his mate. He told them "No." As a result, it made my sweet sixteenth birthday bittersweet. That was the day, through the early arrival of my wolf, I discovered that my childhood crush did not want me as his mate. The poignant memory affected my brain like poison.

Just fucking great! I unfurled several reams of anger at my deity. Eye water trickled out. I did not conceal my