Panic pulsed through my nerves like an electric shock. Andreas, standing in front of me across the dark alleyway, was my nightmare come to life.
The only thing that kept me from screaming was the undercurrent of my panic: a feeling of utter confusion and disbelief.
My wolf had recognised Andreas as my fated mate.
Every cell in my body knew that it was true. Yet I struggled to accept the possibility: after everything that happened, could I really be his second chance?
Could I dare to imagine that we could reconcile? That my old dream of loving him could come true, in the midst of this nightmare?
But before I or Andreas could so much as blink, the drunk human from the bar, whose presence I’d completely forgotten, tugged me possessively closer.
