James’s point of view
"Yes, thanks to you and Liam, I don't have a scratch on me. We came so close to losing you, James," Ava expressed, her eyes filled with relief as I gently caressed her cheek, and she leaned into my touch.
It was surreal, but I could sense an electric current coursing through my hand as it connected with Ava’s soft skin. Suddenly, the scent of peonies filled the air, emanating strongly from her. The urge to mate with her, to claim her as my own, flooded my senses, but deep down, I knew she couldn't be my mate.
"Mate. Ava is our mate. And I can sense Sage. Sage is Ava's wolf. Mark Ava now!" Kane, my wolf, demanded persistently in the depths of my mind.
The pain was overwhelming, leaving me too weakened to argue with Kane or mark Ava.
"Luna, something strange is ha
