“Is that a…”
Fuck.It is.
It’s a bite mark.
How the hell did that get on my neck?Did one of the wolves bite me?
I run my fingers over the mark and shiver as sensations flood my body.
A knock sounds at the door.It opens before I can say anything, and the man steps in behind me.
Our eyes lock in the mirror.
My hand falls from the bite mark.“How?”
He swallows hard.“I can explain.”
I frown.“Explain what?”
TWO
Jensen
My mate turnsto face me, her expression guarded.
I curse myself.
Fuck, none of this is going how I imagined it would.
I always thought my fated mate would also be a shifter.We would smell each other and be mated instantly.
Instead, I found my very human fated mate when she was dying.I bit her before I even learned her name or the color of her eyes.Now we’re mated…but not.She doesn’t know what I am.She doesn’t know anything about me, and I don’t know a damn thing about her except that we’re meant to be together.
My wolf paws at me, and I take a deep breath.
How the hell am I going to explain all of this to her?
“Did the wolves at the accident…bite me?”
I hesitate.Part of me wants to lie and say yes so I can win her trust and convince her to stay with me.But I can’t do it.A relationship built on lies will never work.
“No, not those wolves.”
“What does that mean?”She sounds panicked.
“Come and lie down, and I’ll explain everything.”
I hear the nurse, Mrs.Webster, a coyote shifter in our pack, slip out of the room and send up a silent thank you as I help my mate back to bed.
I pull my chair closer to her bedside and scrub my hands down my face.“I’m Jensen.I was with the ambulance at the scene.I pulled you out of the car.”
“Thanks for that.”
I nod and swallow.“I bit you.”
She stares at me, and I hold her gaze.
“It was the only option,” I explain when she remains silent.
