Escape

WYATT

The shock on Kacela’s face was almost farcical. She knew we were mates, but she was going to deny it and deny her wolf until she couldn’t anymore. She was stubborn.

“We can just reject each other. My wolf is weak and I’m in charge. She will not have a choice.” I looked at Kacela sharply. It sounded like she was well versed in the mating rituals of werewolves. Odd for someone who had never been part of a pack.

“It doesn’t work that way for a Lycan. If we’re mates, we are mates for life. You are my erasthai. It is more than just being my mate. We become part of each other. I cannot reject you. The only thing that breaks a mate bond with a Lycan is death.”

She looked shocked and then a little fearful. She shook her head. “I don’t understand. Why am I your erasthai? I’m not a Lycan. I’m not even a real werewolf.”

I shrugged. “I don’t understand, either, but it looks like we were fated for each other.”

“But I’ve already had a mate,” she exclaimed, grasping at straws