POV: Grace
Pure, unfettered rage came off the figure standing before me in waves, his aura sending shivers down my spine. The pack warriors holding me down shifted on their legs and their arms trembled slightly as the man slowly turned his head toward us.
It took me a second to register the identity of the mysterious figure, mostly because I had expected Zain and his company to be already out of the village, long lost in the safety of the forest they call home.
However, my flaring nostrils and the slight tug in my chest could not be questioned.
Even though his features were morphed into more of a beast than a human, with razor-sharp fangs hanging underneath his upper lip, and chestnut fur covering his bare skin, the person staring down at me was none other than my mate.
My fated ma
