Thorne’s POV She stared back at me, unmoving, but I could feel the pull between us. The wild, uncontrollable urge to claim her, to make her mine, was almost overwhelming. My wolf howled inside me, desperate to close the distance between us. I took a step forward, and that’s when I saw him. A younger wolf lay beneath her, injured and barely conscious. Her body shielded his, protectively but not defensive. The scent told me what I needed to know, they were members of my pack. But another detail struck me. The air around them, the quiet deference… Servants. How could this be? My mate, my fated mate, was a lowly servant? Her golden eyes didn’t waver as I approached. I caught the faint tremor in her injured leg, but she held herself with remarkable composure, her gaze meeting mine without hesitation. Her voice reached me then, soft but steady, cutting through the haze of the bond. ‘I can’t carry him, and my leg is injured.’ The words weren’t a plea. They were calm and apologetic, as
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