Xavier
Mate?
Venom's voice growled inside me. The sound echoed through my head, low and tense, like a storm brewing. My heart stuttered for a second. My hands clenched into fists.
"It can't be," I muttered to myself.
But the scent... It was there. Raspberries and firewood. A scent I'd buried long ago. A scent I never thought I’d breathe again. Familiar. Dangerous. Forbidden.
Venom pushed against my skin. My wolf wanted out. Wanted to see her again.
"You're wrong," I told him. "She's dead."
But Venom wasn’t convinced.
"Not dead. Ours."
I remembered that scent. Years ago. When we were still boys. Still soft. Back before the world turned cold. Her father had come to visit our pack. He brought his daughter. She stayed close to him, shy and quiet, but the scent followed her like a whis
