Jamis had never been one to get denied and when he wanted something, he usually got it. He was angry if not livid that his mate didn't want children and though he had to remind himself that she was not his kind. It was tough and he thought to himself why would the fates mixed two opposites together the way that they had done. Where he was hot, she was cold. Where he liked to stay in the dark, she liked the light. He was a Wolf. She was a Siren. The only thing he could think of them having in common was that they knew what they both had wanted. And that was clashing together. He felt the tear of his skin and he welcomed the free feeling of being his other half. His Wolf. He ran until his legs were tired and he was hot and thirsting. It wasn't until evening when he returned home and he shif

