He slowly sank back into his chair, probably because my eyes were glowing like a fiend and I was still clutching Leigh to my chest even though I’d stopped running.
“Should I be worried that you’ve got short-term memory loss? Brielle is a doctor, if you need an exam.”
“Reed,” I growled, his name a threat.
“Fine, you lunatic. For the third and final time, first is the physical pull, wolf connection, mate scent, mate marks, claiming, and finally the mental bond, in rare cases.”
“Describe the mate scent.”
“A ‘please’ wouldn’t kill you.”
“Please,” Leigh whispered, her fingers wound into a tight little ball against my bare chest. She was starting to get it.
Reed’s eyes softened at her request. “Every wolf has a unique scent, but for your mate, it’s different. Richer, deeper. There are not
