CHAPTER 50. Stories

  Art tells a story, one that could be perceived in multiple ways, depending on the viewer. But it would never lie. And that thought made me question all I knew.

  I had felt the sparks Isaac’s touch had brought me, but I didn’t have a wolf to tell me if he was my mate.

  But did I care? Or better said, since when did I care? After Liam, I didn’t want another mate bond; seeing it only brought me destruction. And yes, it was an easy blessing that Isaac and I turned out to be second chance mates. It gave us something extra, both knowing nothing could tear us apart.

  Until now, it seemed.

  I hated the term, true mate. At least coming from Finlay and Derek. I had used it before, thought it before, always thinking it was Isaac.

  I still wanted Isaac; I loved him too much to toss him aside, but when I saw my first mate, the one from my previous life. It only made more questions arise.