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Geralt POV:
I was floored. She felt nothing when she saw Ryder? He and Maverick’s reaction when I was treating her wounds alone was enough to convince Fang and I of the truth- Freya was his mate. No matter how much I was beginning to dislike it…
“Maybe it’s because your wolf hasn’t appeared yet? I’m sure once she comes, you’ll recognize Ryder as your mate.”
She said nothing for a long time. Tears filled her eyes but did not fall. It was enough to tell me that I had said something wrong, but not enough to tell me how to take it back.
Even in sadness, her face was beautiful. Thick lashes framed her deep, blue eyes, her brows pulled together in a slight scowl. Long, raven hair fell in loose waves down her back and over her shoulders, still slightly damp from her wash. Full lips,
