Archer

The last thing I expected to find when I came to the council meeting today was a mate. Yet, here I am, watching the woman my wolf has claimed tremble like a leaf in a strong wind and aching to go to her.

I don’t though. Not yet.

She’s so terrified.

Vulnerable.

I’ve seen fear like that before. I know fear like that.

And I wish like hell I wasn’t part of the cause of it.

“I can’t do this,” she says in a light, soft voice, wrapping her arms around her chest. She’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts that are far too big for her—a man’s clothes, probably...