One month later.
"It's been a month now." Raul muttered to himself with a sigh. A month had passed since his mate's disappearance.
Raul found himself ensnared in a suffocating fog of despair. Each day dawned with the weight of her absence pressing down upon him, a constant reminder of the gaping void that had been left in her wake.
In the quiet moments when he was alone with his thoughts, Raul allowed himself to succumb to the overwhelming tide of sorrow that threatened to consume him. He mourned not only for Olivera, but for the little life they had shared—a life that now seemed like nothing more than a distant memory, a fragile dream shattered by the harsh reality of her absence.
Tears flowed freely from Raul's eyes, silent tributes to the love he had lost and the pain that now consumed him. Each tear was a testament to the depth of his despair, a tangible expression of the emptiness that gnawed at his soul.