Early the next morning, Ulric ran down the stairs and turned toward the hallway that led to the basement door. The sun had barely kissed the horizon, and the house was cold and quiet, but he couldn’t wait.
He hadn’t slept all night, and it was taking a toll on him. Leaving Andrea in the basement after their talk had felt like living behind his lungs. His chest felt empty and, at the same time, uncomfortably tight. Every single distant sound in the house had him perking up, wondering if it was her.
Her immediate denial of the possibility of being his mate had stung. But he couldn’t really blame her. He was having a hard time believing it himself and he was a shifter. Mates were a common occurrence among shifters. He had never heard of it among witches who were practically human and went a
