Lysander's POV
Fuck me.
I tore off my clothes under the cover of darkness. I needed to run, to clear my mind and get a grip. The mate bond, while rare, was only supposed to be possible between animal shifters. Not between a wolf and a witch. And it was not supposed to be possible for me.
My dark soul was too damaged to be blessed with the purity of a mate bond for a second time. Among wolves, it was viewed as the greatest of gifts. Only once might one find our soulmate. Never twice. After the most heinous crime I’d committed, I was completely undeserving.
This was another of the enchantress’ tricks. It had to be.
With practiced ease, my body morphed into an enormous white wolf. Landing on all four paws, I lurched forward at a sprint. My pads left giant prints in the snow as I made m
