It was conflicting, this emotion that was rising inside of me. This man, scratch that, this gorgeous male with a face that made Adonis weep, was my mate.
My heart told me so; even my wolf had perked up from her hiding place in recognition of him. But it couldn’t be.
The wound was still too fresh, the hurt of losing my mate still ran deep, and I was unwilling to push down Micah with someone new.
It was unfair to Micah and unfair to this man who stared at me like he had seen a ghost.
At least we wore the same expression.
He made no effort to move closer to me, not even a hint of a smile on his lips, and his reaction, or lack of one, made fear grip my heart.
He stared at me, deep ridges marring his forehead, and my hand twitched, wanting to smooth it away. However, I stopped myself befo
