I already knew. How could I not?
He’s badly injured. There’s a large gash in his chest, and his right arm is practically shredded. It’s obvious he was in a fight and barely escaped with his life.
It takes me a few seconds to piece everything together now that I have the proof in front of me. Alex is the black wolf. So, that night when I was running away, he was the one who approached me at the stream. No wonder he didn’t kill me. No wonder he didn’t let me leave. He wanted me to go back to Oakrest. Suddenly, there’s a whole new nuance to the black wolf’s gentle treatment of me.
It still doesn’t explain why he sought me out that night or how he knew I would be there, but I know I cannot leave him here. I now have even more reason to help the black wolf: he’s my fated mate. Even if he did
