Chapter Thirty-Five

Drew POV

Out of all the wolves in all the packs, my mate just had to be Nathan's pain in the ass smart, mouth-sister, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Black hair down to her ass, beautiful blue eyes, olive skin. She is tiny, five foot two inches if she is lucky. Curves in all the right places. She is full of mischief. You can see it every time she opens her beautiful mouth. I am Twenty-six years old, so it's taken me longer to find my mate than most wolves.

Drake is jumping for joy rattling around in my mind. He won't shut up; going crazy when he smells her sent wild roses with a hint of vanilla.

The same thought keeps running through my mind when Nathan finds out I am a dead man.

It doesn't take long before Amy is back on my mind.

She doesn't realize I can hear her wolf’s comments, and I plan on keeping it that way for now. Monique shares a tent with her while I sleep at the entrance. Now that I have her, I am not letting her out of my sight. She has no idea who she is,