Rafael's POV:
My mate. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life—a deity in human form.
Unlike other werewolves or supernatural creatures, her skin was coated in a gorgeous tan. Her eyes were a magnificent dark brown, as huge as a gazelle, and her long lashes decorated her face nicely. Soft brown hair framed her features, and my gaze lingered on her lips, enticing and tempting to have a taste of them.
I mentally shook my head, reminding myself not to scare her.
She, too, was staring at me with innocent eyes that encompassed my entire universe. I have to stop myself; I need to gain her trust first, and for the rest, I have my life to live with her.
She glanced away from me, then grabbed her dress strap and began taking it from her shoulder. I couldn't figure out why she
