Maximus’s POV
As I am watching my warriors train after just saying good bye to Penelope, my mind keeps drifting to my concern for her. I plan to do more research on her wolf and what it means for her. We have an entire library of books on the history of werewolves and all super natural beings, I am sure I can find something in there.
I am having a hard time focusing on training because of my constant thoughts about Penelope, I hate being away from her. She still needs space and time so I try to give her that. While looking out to my warriors I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist. I smile to myself thinking that my mate must have missed me enough to come back and hug me.
I look down and place my hands on her arms and I feel no sparks. Wait, this is not Penelope. I throw the myste
