He froze still, not moving as his eyes took in my form. My gaze moved up from his body to land on his blood red eyes.
“Soren,” I whispered.
“MATE!” Was the only sound that came from his lips as he watched me calmly, almost like he was not breathing.
I moved towards the gate, holding the potion Lena had given me in my hands.
“I have something that can help you. Please take it,” I rambled, stretching my hands to him, all the while maintaining my distance from him.
His red eyes shifted from my face to my hands, where the colorless fluid lay in the small bottle. And then, he looked back at me.
“Open the gate little mate, then I’ll take it,” he growled.
I swallowed not knowing whether to trust the wolf. “Do you promise?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice darker than Draven’s.
“Where’s the key
