Guilt pricked at me like tiny needles. ‘I'm sorry. I didn't realize—’
‘And then I found out he can't perform.’ Her anger flared hot and vicious. ‘Our mate. The one the Moon Goddess supposedly chose for us. And he's broken.’
I blinked. ‘What?’
‘You felt it this morning. Pressed against him all night and nothing. Not even a twitch.’ Disgust dripped from every word. ‘What kind of mate can't even get hard for us?’
‘That's not his fault. He was injured—’
‘I don't care whose fault it is!’ She snarled inside my head. ‘I waited years for our mate. Years. Dreaming about the bond. The claiming. The feeling of being completed. And this is what we get? A wolf who can't even mount us?’
‘You're being cruel.’
‘I'm being honest. There's a difference.’
I felt her pacing inside me. Restless. Furious
