Chapter sixty
(Kate's POV)
It's been twenty four hours since I heard from Michael and Roman.
If I wasn't a werewolf, my blood pressure would have been over the roof now. He's all I have left, I can't lose him.
I let my hand caress the remnants of my husband's belongings.
I didn't want Matthew to see how pathetic and depressed I was after his father's passing so I got rid of everything that was his except a few accessories, a locket necklace and his wristwatch that Matthew got for him on his fiftieth birthday.
It's long since stopped working but I can't bring myself to throw it away. He had been so happy and emotional, something that was rare for my mate.
He was always so closed off except when he was with me. So strict on his own son but we loved him anyway.
That day is rightfully the worst day of my life. I haven't been able to go to his grave ever since he was buried.
I don't have the courage and I don't think I ever will. If I have to bury my son too….