A strained laugh escaped me, barely containing the disbelief. "This is madness. I can barely feel my wolf, and you're telling me I can heal you?"
He shook his head slowly. "You don't need to feel your wolf. You just need to sense something else."
I threw my hands up in frustration. "Like what?"
His gaze pierced mine. "The mate bond."
A sharp breath caught in my chest, and I stumbled back, my eyes widening.
"I think you might be my mate, Gianna." A soft, almost hesitant smile curved his lips.
"That's... impossible," I murmured, barely audible.
"Why would it be?" he countered, voice steady. "You can't deny there's something between us."
I drew a shaky breath that caught in my throat. "I can't be your mate." My voice faltered as I met his dark eyes. "Your witch must have made a mistak
