My ears made no mistake. Eric Black spoke the word “mate” to me.
I can feel the tug of the mate bond snap into place like a taught cord. Though I feel the pull mentally, my emotions and mind are disconnected.
Eric is simply standing there, gawking at me as I continue running at him.
Zoe’s body slumps to the ground and stops moving. Her hands wrapped around her neck. I can hear her strangled breath trying to escape.
Don’t take her! I beg.
Looking back at Eric, his body gets closer to my own as I run at full speed.
Like two large stones being thrown together, our bodies crash and crack into each other.
Twisting and turning, I adjust myself to where my hips straddle his chest atop the ground.
The fool doesn’t even make the slightest attempt to defend himself while I’m throwing
