Mark POV
As soon as I caught her scent, I knew who Noah’s mother was to me.
“Mate. Go find mate!” Jasper’s order is firm.
A second chance, mate? Am I ready for that? It feels like I’m stamping on my Joyce’s memory and our love.
I know it’s stupid. She’s been gone for nearly twenty-five years now. But I can’t help the emotions swirling inside me, bringing tears to our wolf eyes.
Just as I cannot fight the guilt, I’m utterly unable to resist the mate bond.
The invisible leash pulls me towards her, a constant tug for me to get closer. To become one with her.
Why Noah’s mother?
I don’t even know her name!
That’s not uncommon, though. It’s how most wolves meet their mates.
Jasper breaths her scent in, getting high off the giddy feeling it’s giving him.
We follow, jumping i
