Althea froze in his arms.
Mate.
That little word had more meaning to it than she could think. Her mind went numb for a second and started to race the next. She tried to turn around to face him, to hit him and scream in his face that it wasn't funny. It wasn't slightest bit amusing to call her 'Mate'!
"Stop moving." He breathed next to her ear, she gasped at the touch of his breath on her neck. An involuntary shiver went down her spine.
"You are a jerk."
"Daniel is. I'm not." She heard him say. Althea stopped wiggling and blinked. If she didn't know who or what Daniel was she would have thought he had a bad case of bipolar disorder. But he was a werewolf. He had a wolf in him, and the big guy was in control.
She gulped.
She had seen his wolf before, when he had revealed his se
