WINTER
'NO!'
I shook my head, panic clawing at my chest.
This couldn’t be happening! There was no way the man standing before me was my mate. But the harder I fought against it, the more that insistent pull surged inside me.
My wolf recognized him, craved him, and that undeniable bond gnawed at the edges of my reason. If I surrendered to it, I'm afraid it would swallow me whole.
So with a sharp movement, I slapped Valtor’s hand away from my face.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned.
Surprise flickered in his eyes for the briefest moment. But just as quickly, his composure returned.
“There’s a bruise on your face,” he said flatly.
I lifted my fingers to the spot where his touch had lingered. “It’s from training earlier but it doesn’t bother me. You don’t need to pity me.”
I tore my gaze a
