Raymond's POV

I sat there, watching Caitlyn on the bed, my mind swirling with conflicting thoughts.

From the moment I saw her, I felt a fire burning within me. My body stirred with an intense restlessness.

My wolf stirred within me, almost frantic, whispering one word: "Mate!" That's when I knew for sure—Caitlyn was my Second Chance Mate.

It was almost a miracle, a gift from the Moon Goddess. For rejected werewolves, a second chance at a mate is rare, almost unheard of.

Her scent, a delicate mix of violets and roses, filled the air, and it took everything in me to keep myself under control.

But Caitlyn, of course,...