Briar
I stared at Eric, my mind reeling from his words. The Spirit Wolf? His mate? It was too much to process.
The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared at Eric, waiting for him to laugh, to say it was all a joke. But his expression remained deadly serious.
"That's... that's impossible," I sputtered, shaking my head. My voice sounded small and distant to my own ears. "I can't be your mate. Damian is my mate."
The moment Damian's name left my lips, Eric's expression darkened. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking visibly. He stood abruptly, pacing the room with barely contained energy. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, each step punctuating his words.
"Damian Lancaster," he spat the name like it tasted foul, "is nothing but a distraction. A complication caused by that witc
