Giselle’s wolf let out a low and dangerous snarl, sensing threat, sensing games being played. She turned away to shut her eyes, calming her furry friend, whispering silently to assure Kara everything was going to be okay.
It had to be. She’d take care of it.
“Would you like some more coffee?” Giselle asked, already at the edge of the table, her attention on Enrique.
She swallowed, staring at him silently, trying to pass on a message telepathically. Don’t go on a date with her. Please. But it was no use, he couldn’t hear her thoughts. She couldn’t mind link him, didn’t know how to.
They probably weren’t close enough emotionally to be able to share that part of themselves.
She’d often heart of fated mates possessing the ability to communicate with one another without uttering a single
