**Contains Mature Content & Themes** A fire had ignited in his eyes. I could see it as clear as day. His hands slapped against the hard granite counter in front of him. I had expected him to yell but his voice came out deadly calm. "You are my mate. Every werewolf has a mate. You will be by my side no matter what." As he was speaking, he had backed me into the corner of the kitchen. A jolt of fear ran through me when I looked up into his fiery eyes. They were pitch black with not a hint of white in them. A soulless abyss of nothingness.