Aneela
Aneela couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Diana was making happy jumps in her head and it was so damn distracting. The scent in the air was actually Damien’s scent, and now that her wolf was back, Aneela could finally feel it. But what the hell was Diana talking about, calling him a mate? Aneela had read the stories about werewolves having mates. It was a rare thing and a part of legends mainly. No one in the current day was mated to anyone, just like they didn’t live in packs like some animals from the woods.
He was made for us… Diana squirmed again.
The pull towards Damien was undeniable. It wasn’t there the last time they met. And did he feel it too? He wasn’t ‘made’ for her, just like she wasn’t made for him. This was absurd. You are being absurd.
No, Diana in
