I can't believe it. I found my mate, and she was perfect.
The moment I laid eyes on her, something clicked into place—like every missing piece of my life finally made sense. But I also knew the second I felt her anger, her resistance, that this wouldn’t be easy. Hope had been through hell, and she’d buried trust long ago. And I wasn’t naive enough to think that she'd accept me just because the bond was there.
No, it would take time—a long effort. But I wasn’t going anywhere.
Another reason I was drawn to her was her fiery spirit; I knew I had to tread carefully.
He had ruined any sense of safety or comfort she could have had around our kind. But I wasn’t Caelan, and I’d die proving that to her if I had to.
When she spat out her anger, when she tried to push me away, all I could think
