Kael
The girl didn’t react to the word. Despite the fact that mate was now the only thought inside Kael’s brain, Nadia didn’t seem to share the pit he felt in his chest.
Instead, she turned her nose up at him and shoved two hands into his chest. Kael stumbled back, caught off guard.
“It’s not my fault,” she spat. “The dorm manager… Don—he told me this was my room. He told me to pack your stuff up and move it the hall. So if you have a problem, take it up with him.”
Kael blinked at her. He barely registered what she was saying.
Who was this girl? What kind of werewolf didn’t react to the word mate?
The single syllable rang again through Kael’s head. His wolf spirit fluttered beneath his skin, telling him it was true. To listen.
But it couldn’t be true.
Earlier, after she’d stopped
