Her head snapped up and her eyes met his. “Go?”
“Well, yes,” he said as though she should have realized this all along. “You can’t make witches if you are locked up in here. Not to mention, how will you torture your mate. Oh wait, he’s not really your mate anymore, is he? Which is just as well since I have grown quite fond of you. In fact, I’ve decided that once our magic fuses, I might even claim you as my own. Eventually, you won’t resist the power growing inside of you—you will long for it. And then you will be one worthy of being my mate. And just like the male Canis lupus, I do not share. So, Dalton will get to see you again, but he will not be permitted to touch. You are unsullied right now and I will not have you soiled by his filth.” Volcan reached out and pressed his hand to her
