Kian 

It’s been three days since I last saw my mate, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Taking care of her while the fever burned through her had nearly broken me. I kept remembering the way she’d curled against me in her sleep, the way she’d whispered my name, the way she’d looked at me as if I were still the boy who used to protect her.

'Mate is perfect,' my wolf says, and indeed, she is. All I want right now is to tell everyone that she is mine. I want to mark her and mate with her again. Damn it.

Our recent encounter plays over and over...