Ryan's Pov:

"If care is not taken, your mate will die under your sword,"

"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath.

What Cora the old witch said still ponders on my head, my heart throbs, and I feel troubled. This is confusing, the image of the gorgeous lady in my dream still clouds my head. How can I feel connected to the girl and at the same time my mate might die on my hands, my palms! If care is not taken? I let out a frustrating sigh.

"This is frustrating!"

"How can I have a mate and at the same time feel connected to another girl, a mysterious young girl...