"Kade," I called at my mates back. His smell was wrong, It smelled of pine instead of the misty water scent that i've come to love. But it was him. Nobody else has those eyes. "Kade." I called again now getting annoyed. Why wasn't he turning around?
"Kade. Why are you out here already and where did you get those clothes?" I said irritated that he hadn't waited for me to come back. I touched his shoulder
The man turned around smirking," Hun, I don't think you have the right gu...." He looked at me. Stopping mid sentence. His eyes shone with something I recognized right away. But it was all wrong.
Oh Shit. I thought as I turned to run. But a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. Shit, F**K, Shit. Was all I could think about when he growled out, "Mine."
Werewolves have mates, its common knowledge in our world. But this time, I think the moon-goddess made a mistake. I was so happy with my mate, until The Savages pack showed up to the Mating Festival we hold every year.
Or was I?
The goddesses reincarnated. Wars between the dark race; challenging vampires, werewolves, and witches with extinction. Who will win? Who will die? What will you sacrifice?