I left my mate, naked in her bed, against every instinct screaming in my head. My wolf hated leaving without her. We should be taking her back to our pack, not leaving her in a poorly constructed human dwelling virtually unprotected.

But it was what she said she wanted, and even if I thought she didn't actually know what she wanted, what the hell else was I supposed to do? I felt like shit. This wasn't what I wanted. Of course I did want her body, every delicious inch of it, but that was only a part of who she was. Mates weren't just supposed to be physical, the bond...