“MATE.” He says again. This time I realise that this gorgeously stunning man is actually talking about me. I open my mouth to say something when he pulls me in tight and sniffs my hair. I put my hands on his chest and push back softly. “I-I can’t be your mate…” I stutter. He pulls me closer and whispers in my ear. “You definitely are…” sending tingles down my spine. “Can we g-go somewhere a bit more private please? To talk?” I ask. He smiles widely, staring into my eyes. “Sure. To talk.” _______ Centuries after her pack was destroyed, Hannah’s pack is tiny with “watered down” wolves.  After getting help from an American pack, they learn that true mates are possible. Although Hannah is pulled to her mate, her mate's parents have trouble accepting that their Alpha son is mated to a “weak” wolf. Or is she really WEAK?