That attraction that pull snapped together and became a tangible thing tying us together—binding and unyielding.
I looked down as if I could see it, and Ezra did the same. He reached for my hand, and sparks jolted through me. His scent was consuming, powerful, a drug.
I blinked at him, the sensations overwhelming.
“Mates?” I asked both him and Aksala.
Did you know? - I asked only my wolf.
No - she responded - I felt connected to his wolf; I felt as if I could trust them; I knew I could immediately. But I did not know they were our mates.
Ezra held a hand up, and I placed my palm against his. Those sparks and tingles danced around them and through me. “You are my undoing, Simone," Ezra Rumbled, his mismatched eyes looking at our hands. "Tied forever together.”
Forever suddenly fel
