Fighter Prologue

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HERE IT IS! AND SINCE YA'LL ARE SO AWESOME AND GOT ME TO 250 MORE THAN A WEEK BEFORE THE DEADLINE I HAVE ALSO INCLUDED A TINY SNIPPET OF THE 1ST CHAPTER!!!!!

prologue.

A year ago I never could have imagined this.

But that’s the thing… a lot can happen in a year.

I met my mate and fell in love.

I nearly died.

I became a wolf.

And as insignificant as it seems compared to all of that, I graduated high school.

I also got engaged to the most wonderful man.

Caeden.

I close my eyes and envision his face before me. His blue eyes, chocolate brown hair, and the adorable scruff that always covers his cheeks.

I take a deep breath and finger the white material clinging to my body.

This is it.

The day all girls dream of.

Despite the nervous butterflies flooding my tummy a smile spreads across my face.

I know that no matter what, Caeden is it for me.

He’s my mate.

My life.

My love.

My future.

My husband.

one.

This had to be some cruel, sick, joke. My jaw opened and closed and my eyes were bugged out. I knew I looked like a demented fish but I couldn’t stop my reaction.

“What?” I gasped, hoping my ears had mistook what Caeden said. He couldn’t have possibly said that, could he?

 He closed his eyes and flinched as if in pain. “Travis isn’t dead.”

I jumped up from the settee. “No, no, no, no, no!”

“Sophie, please sit down,” he said softly.

“I can’t sit down! Are you crazy! He’s still out there Caeden! He’s been out there for months and you didn’t tell me!” Anger bubbled up in my chest and I clenched my fists. “Why didn’t you tell me, Caeden!?”

He buried his face in his hands. “I’m ashamed.”

“Well, I’m angry!”

“You have every right to be mad at me.”

“You’re damn right I do.”

He flinched. I never cussed. Ever.

“Do the others know?” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down.

“No,” he breathed.

I paced the room, at a loss for words. Finally I came to a decision. I stood in front of him and held out my hand. He looked up at me with a question in his eyes.

“Give me your keys,” I hissed out, opening and closing my hands in a ‘gimme’ maneuver.

“What?” His brow furrowed. “You can’t just leave!”

“I need to get out of here… I need to get away from you,” I whispered.

He flinched as if my words had cut him with a knife. I had never seen Caeden look so hurt before but I was too pissed to care.

“I need to get away from you,” I repeated, “before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Don’t leave me,” he pleaded.

“If you don’t hand me the keys right now, Caeden, so help me God, I’ll do something reckless and stupid.”

He dug around in his pocket and tossed me the keys.

“How long will you be gone?”

“As long as I need to be.”