“You shouldn’t be here,” the beast rumbles. “I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t do.” My voice is a snarl. “You are my mate. I’m not leaving you.” A whine sounds through the wolf’s chest, and he lowers his head to his paws. “It is a great dishonor to be mated to me. I am sorry you must suffer such shame.” An angry cry rips out of me, and I shake the bars, as useless as that is. “I don’t care what they call you or what they’ve said you’ve done. I will stand by you—now and forever.” The wolf stands and pads over to me. Then he collapses in front of the bars as if even that amount of movement
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