Maxwell's POV.
The more I think about who my mate is, the harder it becomes to find an answer. My mind is clouded, and without my sister's guidance, I feel as lost as a child. Five long hours have passed, and Delilah is still sound asleep.
Yet, a gnawing fear grips my chest, what if something takes her from me while I am not by her side? My thoughts spiral back to the man from earlier. He was no ordinary man. He carried himself with the air of royalty and wielded magic with ease. He knew Delilah. That much was clear. But who is he, and what does he want with her?
Questions plague me, their weight unbearable. I pace the length of my vast room, desperate for clarity. One thing I know for certain, Delilah is a Lycan. But she is more than that. Something about her is unique, something that
