Jude
I never believed in fate. Fate be damned. But since the moment fate brought in the only person that meant so much to me, I became a firm believer that what was meant to be would be and you couldn't escape the fate woven for you.
And my fate was Rosie.
Through the week, I'd had a hard time holding my wolf at bay. The stubborn animal didn't have an ounce of human thinking. He just wanted to spend time with his mate, scent her, claim her even when I tried to let it reason. Rosie was human and she would feel the mate bond slower than a werewolf.
At least she was already feeling the bond, I could tell—the way she leaned into me without realizing it, the way her heartbeat spiked when I got close, the way she caught her breath when our hands accidentally brushed. Fate had been weaving ou
