“How did you know my name?”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a few seconds.
“Jasmine,” he says, reopening his eyes and looking at me. “Do you know what fated mates are?”
I stare at him. “What?”
“In the werewolf world,” he continues, “we don't just pick someone to be with. Our souls are destined to be together, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself.”
“I didn’t even know werewolves existed until they were chasing me,” I say. “So no. I still have no idea what you're talking about.”
He nods once, like he expected that.
“Fated mates,” he says, “are two souls tied together. They’re drawn to each other. Recognize each other. Protect each other. It’s instinct. It’s… unavoidable.”
I blink at him, stunned. “That sounds like a fairy tale.”
“It isn’t.”
“So what does that have to
