You sit by one of the many rivers that weave through the land around your hive. With an absent mind, your feet trace circles in the water as your fingers graze over the broken horn. Your mate did that to you, but now... Was he still your mate? He made things pretty clear to you that you were no longer welcome by his side, and that might be better. You were a horrid troll and, well, you still wanted him.
"Selfish, stupid troll..." You whisper









