HAROLD
“Mate!” I growl, caging her in my arms possessively. I have always dreamed of the day I would meet my mate. I have longed for her for a very long time, and she is finally here. The moment I sight her, I know that I would love and protect her with everything in me.
My heart is beating really fast, my wolf is howling excitedly in my head and even trying to shift to meet her. But I push him back. I have to get to know her first.
“What is your name?” I ask her as I continue sniffing in her sweet fruity scent. Damn, she smells heavenly. I want to inhale this scent forever.
“Isla,” she says quietly.
“You are the one that was brought here from Nightingale Pack?” I ask, and she nods against my chest.
I let out a low growl, feeling the desperate urge to run off to Jaxon’s pack and kill him for ever hurting my mate. Had I known my mate was there, I would have taken her away a very long time ago.
“Don’t worry. You are safe here now. I will protect y
