POV: Grace
“I cannot imagine the King’s valued prisoner being allowed to wander freely around the pack.” The phrase left my mouth laced with more sarcasm than I intended. However, it did well to cover my voice almost cracking under the pressure of Zain’s proximity. Something inside my soul told me that if I looked close enough at the spot between us, I would be able to see the golden, feeble threads of fate tangling and weaving themselves in an effort to unite us in soul and body forever.
But I wouldn’t let them.
No.
For as long as he has not marked me yet, the threads could still fray.
Zain’s laughter at my own reply echoed in the air between us, my own wolf entranced by its mesmerizing sound to the point of drooling.
“Damned be the mate bond.” I cursed the gift of the Moon Goddes
