Joaquin lingered at the edge of the room, watching Salome with an intensity that belied his casual stance. The flicker of candle lights illuminated her face, casting shadows that danced across her focused expression. He had known of witches and their ways, but observing Salome’s effortless command of the elements stirred something within him. He couldn’t quite name it, but it felt as primal as the earth itself.
This was his mate. The woman chosen for him by the Moon Goddess, the one he was supposed to love, cherish and protect.
Yet, she had no idea who he was. He doubted she even remembered his name.
She will learn it, his wolf Notus said calmly. There is no other way.
You’d better be right. The Beta was already dying on the inside. Waiting was never his strongest point.
“I need your
