Anaiah's POV

I raised my hands to touch him but he revolted me, the room stayed silent and tears welled in my eyes, I inhaled and realized, I was still wearing Erickson's coat. I removed it and threw it at a distance from me and my mate glared at it. Tears ran down my face and his features soften, probably from seeing me cry.

"Don't growl at her like that, Leon, she's your mate!" Scolded Arya coming to me. My hands were shaking and I felt emotional, after what happened with the witch all I wanted to do was come back and let my mate hold me, and comfort me....