Amber’s P.O.V.
His hands slid around my waist, keeping me in place while we kissed. I had spent so much time looking for my mate while growing up, hoping that I would someday find him. And now, I had. I had found him. Hell, I had run straight into him while running away from danger. I felt a warm feeling inside of my chest spread out, my need to mark and claim him growing so strong. I had known Tyler was mine, from the second I had been able to take in his male woodsy scent. It had made my mouth water, my skin tingle, and my heart ache for more. And even though a small part of me really wanted to ask Tyler to mark me before he left, I couldn’t. This situation wasn’t ideal. Running out on me while being marked and mated, would hurt me even more. Mated wolves losing their mate, some didn’t
