“You don’t feel it, do you?” I asked, in retrospect quite cryptically. “Clearly not,” he responded, slightly annoyed. I winced hard, enough for a small whimper to escape from my wolf and out of my mouth. “What am I not feeling?” he asked, a little more empathy entering his voice. “I’m- well, I think I’m,” I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I had somehow made a huge mistake and managed to confuse some sort of a crush with my mate. Like a strike of lightning, the thought disappeared as fast as it had come. There was no mistaking this feeling for anything in the common realm. “I’m your mate.”