Biting my lower lip, I mustered all my courage to lock his face using my trembling hands. I pressed my forehead on mine just like he always rendered me in an ardent juncture.
The chance of me getting harmed would not be in question, but I wouldn't want to run from Lincoln like a coward. I don't want to abandon him raging and losing himself to his wolf in the middle of these grim woods. If I had to shift from my wolf, I wouldn't hesitate to summon her for assistance, regardless of how weak we would appear to be in comparison to Lincoln’s wolf.
I closed my eyes and prayed that my voice would reach him.
“Lincoln, it’s me. It’s me. Anya, your mate,” I whispered with hope and suppressed my sob when it turned out to be a futile attempt.
There was no other way that I could see would work to t
