Arya's POV
My brother has been suffering since his mate left the pack, we've been looking for her non-stop but all our attempts have been futile. I groan when my phone rings.
"Jacob Jones," My breath jolts at the caller id and I swallow before reluctantly placing my phone against my ear
We are silent until he breaks it "Hi, Kitten,"
I growl at his nickname for me and my Lycan, Emy purrs like a teenager in love for the first time.
I silently ask the men to continue the search while I stop in an isolated area where no one can hear the conversation I'm about to have with this man.
"What?" I snarl.
"Is that any way to talk to your mate?"
I found my second chance mate a few months ago but I didn't accept him as mine because our packs are enemies. He is the brother of A
