Matthew's Pov
"She is the one. Our mate!" Fenrir growls inside me with growing euphoria, almost unbearable. I freeze in place for a few seconds, staring at Emma with wide, fixed eyes, as if I can't believe what I'm feeling and seeing.
How is it possible she remains so beautiful, so perfect even after she left? Her hair, still damp, shines like it's reflecting the sunlight around us, and a few strands cling to her neck, outlining her now bronzed skin. I want to reach out and brush those strands away from her neck and pull her into a kiss, to hold her in my arms again and never let her go.
She is my mate. Mine. Her scent, a delicious aroma of pine and fine herbs, fills my nostrils like an intoxicating, delicious drug I will never want to rid myself of.
Our eyes are locked on each other,
