In a panic, I flash into my human form, wildly searching my surroundings. I can’t see them yet and I scramble to my feet. With my shields being back up, I can’t ‘sense’ them in the way a regular regina would sense the mates of her pack. “Lee-uh,” Savage calls softly. His voice is like a sweet caress down my naked spine and suddenly I’m as still as a deer, my muscles quivering in anticipation. My anima writhes under my skin, pining for the one who hunts me. The one I’ve already had inside my body. My mate. Savage is my mate.
