Darius's eyes remained distant, but inside, his thoughts churned like a storm.
None of this made sense.
Not the kiss.
Not her reaction.
Not the way he had felt.
When Cassandra touched him, something ancient had awakened. Something primal. Something he hadn't felt in five long years.
Not since her.
Not since Selene.
His first mate.
His only mate.
Or so he thought.
The memory clawed up from the back of his mind like a phantom, Selene's laughter, her touch, her scent. The way the bond had felt back then, like stars aligning beneath his skin. And the way it had been ripped away the night she died.
The pain had almost driven him mad.
His wolf had gone silent, howling only once before falling into a deep, unbreakable slumber. The man that remained, the one who walked out of that fir
