“I am her mate.” Micah’s lips curled upwards as he made his declaration. His blue eyes were glued to Brandy’s green eyes. He didn’t understand it but somehow, she was his mate. Hell, he didn’t care to make sense of it. She was his and that was all that mattered.
“That is impossible.” One of the elders took a step in front of Brandy as he stared at Micah. A druid could have another species as their mate but it was rare. Since it was so rare, the druids agreed to take chosen mates among other druids to preserve their kind.
“But he is…” Brandy admitted quietly as the elder scoffed in front of her.
“Not possible. This is obviously a clever scheme to prevent the mating ceremony from taking place. We will carry on—” The village elder was interrupted by a murderous growl.
“Carry on? You’ll
