FIONA
The words moved through my mind slowly, as if my very thoughts themselves were fighting against it.
Since the night I gave up my wolf for a power that I never received, I had become convinced that I was cursed, forgotten. I was certain that whatever force guided wolves to their mates had simply skipped me and yet, here he was.
Dark and scary and so breathtakingly beautiful, it defied belief.
I swallowed hard to regain some of my dignity. “Why are you looking for me?” I asked and was pleased when my voice came out steady.
The stranger started to step closer to me but stopped. “I had wished to speak to you, to request…your assistance.”
I frowned. “My…assistance?”
“Yes.” The man nodded sharply. “But I seem to have arrived just in time to prevent a rather…” He paused, turning to g
