He stilled, slowly turning to face me. I watched conflicting emotions flicker across his face. "What?"
"That first night I came to you and I told you that you were my mate." I held his gaze, my heart pounding. "That’s how long I’ve known who you are to me."
He shook his head. "But I saw Caius's blood heal you,” he said. “He is your mate, Elara."
"He is," I breathed, stepping closer. "And so are you."
"That's impossible,” he said, his gaze holding mine. "We can't both be your mates.”
"I know,” I said softly. “We get one mate chosen by the Moon Goddess," I said, reiterating what we’d all been taught. "But I'm telling you, Blaze. You are my mate. I feel it. I know it. My wolf knows it."
He shook his head again, and I could see him trying to rationalize it away. "Whatever that witch did
