Joaquin was outside, waiting for the witch Forrest bragged so much about. A new ally who was probably as temporary as the previous one. At least, he could be sure that Forrest wouldn’t sleep with this one. Not when he had eyes on his mate he couldn’t touch.
The scent reached him before the helicopter touched down, its unexpectedness leaving him astonished. The machine’s spinning blades wafted the fragrance towards him as it landed, his thoughts as chaotic as the wind it created.
“Mate,” he whispered, trying to see who was inside the helicopter before it landed. His heart was threatening to explode. Like any man, he joked that he did not want a mate. He did not need a mate but now that he knew she existed, his life plans changed before he could even lay his eyes on her.
“Mate!” A much lo
