Jan's POV
“I love you,” I repeated in the back of my mind the words Yaroslava said.
Shit!
I'm the luckiest asshole on earth.
I never thought it could feel so good to be with someone.
Furthermore, I wanted to scream with happiness to let everyone know that this woman was not only mine, but she herself recognized me as her mate. And the best part was that her feelings weren't influenced by her wolf nature. Werewolves depend on their beast, sometimes even in the smallest things. And she herself.
Shit! My girl!
