He pressed his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes with his darkened brown enchanting orbs. 'I knew it. I knew you were my mate' Christan's husky voice sent chills through my body. A smirk played on his lips in a knowingly fashion. The last word made my heart skip a beat. Mate. His luscious scent filled me, mel...
-Mine.- I heard the sexiest growl ever. I turned around quite quickly and contemplated the most gorgeous and attractive being on Earth. "Mate!" my wolf howled in joy. She was begging me to go and beg for him to mark me...
The monster was dead. Everything was fine now. Was it? Some feelings never die, some grow, like love. Some become murderous, like revenge. What happens when you kill a wolf that seemed to have no mate? You would think that if he had one, his mate wouldn't know he was killed. But what if she did? And what if...