'He doesn't even know you,' my wolf huffs.
She's right, of course. How can someone love me if they barely know who I am? I have nothing in common with Bren. If he hadn't rejected me, would we love each other? It feels so superficial. It feels wrong. To love someone only because they're your mate and not for who they are.
"You love the idea of power and control because you're losing it," I snap. "And I'm not just some toy you get to keep because you're disappointed another boy picked me up after you tossed me aside."
Bren leans down and my wolf starts to ring bells in my head. I'm getting all sorts of mixed signals from my body. Should I stand my ground and fight or jump out and run outside? I hold my breath as Bren's face gets closer.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing,"
