"Who are you?" Zeyrak's voice echoed through the mind link, as he finally managed to suppress the wave of unrestrained desire that had crashed through him moments ago.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and his emerald eyes glimmered with a mixture of longing and caution. The scent of his mate still clung to the air, intoxicating and warm, yet his instincts warred against his reason.
Even though every fiber of his being screamed for him to close the distance, to pull this stranger closer, to feel her warmth and the rhythm of her heartbeat, he forced himself to bare his teeth instead.
Seraphina's words from before echoed in his mind like a curse, a seed of doubt that refused to die down. He had to know. He had to make sure this woman...this wolf before him was not some cruel trick of fate.
