[Ryder]
"What did you just call me?" I queried, looking down at her swollen face. I couldn't tell if her eyes were open and it angered me that someone had hurt her so badly.
"Umm... I heard Malik whisper 'mate' in my head." She mumbled, pulling away from my hold and rubbing her upper arm awkwardly. "Was he wrong?"
My jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, Malik stirred within me, growling low and possessively. It seemed the talisman couldn't fully suppress him. My wolf had acknowledged her. But I couldn't afford that.
"He spoke to you?" My words escaped before I could stop them, almost in disbelief. Malik hadn't spoken to anyone in decades—not Elvis, not even me. Yet here he was, reaching out to this fragile, wolfless omega. It didn't make sense.
Maybe she could be our middleman?
No
