Faith's Pov
The sharp, brutal cold hit me first, followed by the burning sting of pine needles against my skin. Slowly l shifted back making me dizzy and shivering. I blinked, my vision blurring, trying to make sense of the world.
And then I saw him.
Astor.
My mate. The love of my life.
He had aged well. Life had been good to him and he looked good.
He was standing maybe ten feet away, towering, his body rigid and coiled like a struck snake. His pack warriors were scattered around him, faces I hadn’t seen in six years, frozen in shock and awe. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was Astor, and the way he was looking at me.
The mate bond, only recently awakened inside me along with my wolf, screamed a song of joy and homecoming. It rushed through my veins, making my heart b
