“What do you mean?” My brows drew together in worry.
I wouldn’t be safe? Why wouldn’t I?
It worked all the years before.
“You’re not going back to your hut during the Mating Moon tonight.” He clarified.
My brow furrowed as I gave him a questioning look. I reached over the leaves to grab my sketchbook. Thinking I would grab it and flee.
Jaecar was scaring me.
But he slapped a hand over atop it. Holding it firmly enough I couldn’t pull it away. Eventually my gaze drifted from the book slowly back to his face. My stomach dropping.
“Yes. I am.” I said more firmly. “As soon as we leave here, I’m going.”
“No.” His solid green gaze burned into me, and I felt the need to evade it. “I’ve chosen you for my mate.”
“You can’t!”
“I have. Since you haven’t chosen one for yourself, the A
