Bound

Prologue

They say that the worst part about loving someone, is the inevitable heartbreak. That isn't to say that we shouldn't love, pain is as much a part of life as breathing.

Sacrifice must always come at a cost. I could hear my mother's words ringing clear in my mind. Every painful step reminded me of the fact that I should not be here.

I had died once before. I made a choice to return to earth, to the wolves. To my mate. I had thought it were honourable, that I would be helping them. I was wrong. My rebirth led to my second death. My second return.

This time I was not as willing. I knew what I would be facing.

A mass destruction that was my own fault, an event that would never be truly forgiven.

I felt different. I had already changed.

Just a day ago, I had been so confident, so sure of myself. Now... not so much.

I was born a werewolf, only my whole life I had been cursed with visions of the future. Just a couple of seconds ahead of time, and always of death. It had scarred me. I could not believe that I had then become the cause of even more death.

I had never understood why I had my visions, until a pack that worshipped the moon goddess found me and told me of my origin.

The moon goddess, was my mother. That meant that I was half goddess. A side of me that only fully awoke once I had been mated. A side of me that had to kill my own body before I could access my powers.

I wished that I had never accessed them. I wish i had never let them go to my head. I wish that I had never used them to hurt anybody.

They had even caused me to forget my love for my own mate.

I had a theory on that. As a goddess, I no longer allowed the world to control me. I controlled the world, instead. I could not feel the mate bond... until I chose to feel it. To accept it.

I regretted every moment that I had spent apart from my mate, Liam.

I regretted every moment that I had been selfish. 

So many people had died for me. I didn't deserve it. Not at all.

Even so, I had returned. Desperate to put things right. I knew that I could never take back what I had done. But I had to try. 

I had woken up just hours ago at the bottom of a lake, and then helped by a human named Nick, who drove me here, back to the pack. He did not ask too many questions, for which I was thankful. I had not been eager to explain to a human why I was wearing a soaking black ballroom dress.

I had jumped from his truck once I caught the scent of Liam's pack, I did not know what had become of the human named Nick. 

My dress was still soaking, water dripped off of it and sunk into the ground around me. The hem of my dress scraped along the forest floor, twigs catching in the layers, though the fabric did not rip. This dress was quite literally fit for a goddess. It could withstand far worse situations. 

My surroundings were beginning to feel familiar. The scent of Liam's pack becoming denser, I knew that I was nearing the pack house. 

The twigs under my feet crunched as I walked, I could feel their snaps against my bare skin - I had left my shoes inside the lake. 

It didn't hurt, I had built up many callouses on my feet over the years. 

"Charlotte!" A male voice called, from somewhere behind me, panting as though he were out of breath.