"Then tell me." He whispered gripping my hand back.
I glanced at him fear holding me back, from telling him what I am. I couldn't tell him could I?
"I don't know..." I whispered.
"I'm your mate!" He hissed, his eyes icy cold.
"What could be so bad that you can't tell me? Hmm? I'm trying to have a life with you! You run out at night, keeping secrets... coming back with different scents. I want a family! I need my 3rd in command female. I need my mate. I need you, but I can't have you... if you don't trust I won't love you for who you are." He grabbed my hand, his eyes warming up a little bit. His face relaxed.
"You won't want me." I cried, yes folks... I cried. A warm tear tricked down my cheek. It dropped off of my cheek and landed on my hand.
"You're my mate... I'm always going to w
