For supernaturals like us, love is a farfetched term. Having a deity choose who she thinks you are more compatible with saves you from a truckload of s**t.
Like falling in love. Being bound to someone and being in love with them are two different things.
For wolves, our bonds are sacred, a gift from the Goddess. Love...love is discovered and built in the aftermath.
That's why I know he's lying to me.
Suddenly, laughter bubbles up from deep within me. It's unhinged, hysterical, and tinged with darkness. I jerk back, forcefully pushing my chair away. "Enjoy your dinner. We're finished here."
Rune's fingers tighten around mine, attempting to stop me, but I wrench free, baring my teeth at him. "I'm not having your bullshit. You touch me one more time, and I swear by the Goddess that I'll
