“Listen, I came with a question. Are you gonna answer it? Is Una Hayes my mate?” “You honestly can’t tell.” Her brow creases. There’s pity in her gray eyes. “Yes. She was.” Every muscle tightens, and I push back, the chair screeching on the hard wood. “What do you mean—was?” “Sounds like she told you. I pulled the mate bond out of her.” I bound to my feet. “You what?” My wolf is choking my voice. The words come out a garbled growl.
