The door slammed open, showing a tall guy on the other side. In three giant steps, he traversed the room and landed directly in front of me. He was clothed in black cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt. He was enraged, and his black boots were caked with muck.
'My mate!' my wolf exclaimed joyfully, as I stared at him in surprise.
As he removed my gag, his hand came up to gently massage my cheek, and I felt his lips on my hair.
"You! What did you do to me?" My voice was trembling. It was more of a statement than a question.
He said, "Thank God you're safe."
"Who are you?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.
I realised I had no idea what his name was. He gave a kind smile. He had dimples, which I noted. My heart raced a little faster.
"Please accept my apologies; we were never properl
