My hand flew to my mouth the moment I pushed Dwight away.
Regret came instantly.
I shouldn’t have done that.
To him, it might look like rejection—that even now, I still hadn’t truly accepted him as my mate.
In werewolf culture, mates didn’t hesitate. The moment they found each other, everything followed naturally—the bond, the ceremony, the closeness. Within days, they became inseparable, as if the world itself had fused them together.
I had seen it happen countless times.
And yet… I couldn’t imagine myself and Dwight becoming like that.
“Ah—” Dwight suddenly froze, realization flashing across his face. “Freya… I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
The worry in his voice was immediate, almost panicked, as though he had done something unforgivable.
It shouldn’t be like this.
I looked at hi
