As I followed Gabriel back toward the others, my mind kept wandering back to those final moments during the battle. I almost lost. I should have lost. I was exhausted, outnumbered… And yet, I had closed my eyes and there was her face.
Why had I thought of Ella during those moments? Why had her face driven me to push through the pain and fight back?
“Because she’s our mate,” my wolf snarled.
Right. It was biology. Of course a wolf would think of his mate when he needed strength to survive. It didn’t mean anything.
“Keep telling yourself that,” my wolf scoffed. “But we both know the truth.”
What truth? That I was starting to care for her? That the sight of her in my sweatshirt made my f*****g heart pound? That I looked forward to our nightly chess games more than I’d look
