Chapter 23

I was following the warrior back to his packhouse when the anxiety started to gnaw at my skin again. My resolve to meet my mate was eroding into a nervous kind of awkwardness.

My heart was pounding so hard in my ears that it was equal to the ferocity of the winds that buffeted our bodies. The warrior in front of me remained firm and fixed, despite being exposed to the turbulent weather, despite the iciness of the air beginning to affect me. In contrast, I was a jumble of massive contradictions.

My wolf was longing for her mate in a way that broke my heart, and I...