“Mate, you are my mate!” Birdie blurted out in shock.
The moment she said that word, she could see the disdain in his eyes.
“You are a wolf shifter,” he said with disgust dripping from his tongue.
Birdie tried to figure out what he was. He was not entirely human; there was something else in his scent that she could not quite identify.
“What are you?” she asked.
“Something superior to a treacherous species like your kind,” he replied.
“Does everyone of your kind have such eyes?” she asked.
His eyes were ocean blue,they looked exactly like the eyes of her children. In fact, she could not ignore the fact that this man had a very obvious resemblance to her oldest son.
“Why do you care about my eyes? Who else have you seen with such eyes?” His tone carried an authoritativeness that wo
