Ray was gone; he was gone. I had just found out the identity of my mate and he slipped through my fingers within seconds. I couldn't process anything other than the horrific longing I felt coming from Ray, and the insane urge to chase him into the darkness.

My wolf wanted to scream--to curse the two of us for being so stupid, so blind. It's funny how easily you miss things, only to realize the signs were right in front of you the entire time. The strange connection I felt towards Ray, the constant urge to be near him and touch him, all effects of the mate bond. The leather...