My breath hitched when he introduced himself. Claude Hackworth? So that is his true name?

I couldn't believe it. Claude was just right in front of me. My wolf was howling again and again upon seeing Claude.

Our mate has come to see us! she said, jumping in joy.

I cut her off and ignored her joyous whims. I shivered as I felt Claude's wolf trying to make contact with us. I could hear the soft purring of my wolf that I really tried to ignore it.

Sir Abraham cleared his throat to focus our attention on him. "Rachelle," he called.

Hesitant, I stood up. My eyes were locked with...