His expression shifted then, something dark and possessive flickering across his features. "You think you have a choice in this?" His voice dropped lower, dangerous. "The bond is already formed. You're already mine."
"I'm not yours," I spat, trying to wrench away from his grip. "I'm not anyone's property to be claimed and bred like some prized mare!"
I was so done with everyone thinking I was!
"No," he agreed, surprising me. "You're not property. You're my mate. My Luna." His free hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my cheekbone in a gesture that was almost gentle. "And you're fighting it with everything you have because you're terrified of what it means."
I jerked my face away from his touch, hating how my skin tingled where his fingers had been. "I'm terrified of what
