Darren's pov :
I wanted to hate them. I wanted to crave their demise. I wanted to want for them to feel the pain of a broken heart—the pain as your soul is ripped into two.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't hate my baby sister—it was impossible. She was everything. She was the physical embodiment of everything good in my life, and never will I ever let her crumble in pain.
But him. Him I could hate.
He is my Alpha and my best friend, but he is also the man who is inevitably going to rob me of my sister.
He held her heart and soul in the palm of his hands, and he could crush them at any point. And there's nothing I would be able to do about it.
Before, I at least had faith in Moon Goddess. I had faith that she wouldn't mate us with someone bound to hurt us. That she would care.
But I was wrong.
And I had my heart ripped out of my chest. I had been through pain beyond that of anything.
My mate, my aunt and my sister's aggressor were the same person. She was my other half, but she didn't care.
She fled, and with each step she took away from me there was a strain on my soul. Until I could no longer take it, and my soul snapped under the pressure.