Archer’s POV
She took my heart with her as she ran from the dance floor. My mate, my beautiful Annalise.
“Follow her,” my wolf Conri insists. “She needs us, can’t you smell it?”
“She needs space,” I argue with my wolf. “It was too much too soon.”
“She’s in heat,” Conri notices, bringing the truth to my attention. “Do you want someone else to claim her…again?”
My chest feels tight as I remember how I lost her to Logan the first time. It had been agony watching her take his hand as I stood there, watching her fall in love with him, even though from the very beginning I knew in my soul that she was my mate.
But Logan left during dinner. He isn’t here to harass her. I don’t need to worry about Annalise. Besides, if she won’t let her mate touch her, I don’t need to worry about anyone el
