Landon's pov“Mate?”I choked the words like it burned my throat. My arm froze mid air, claws still extended, the fading sunlight catching the tips. I could feel my wolf stir violently beneath my skin, howling with need. “You can't do it,” Zorra, my wolf, protested. “You can't hurt our mate!”I dropped my hand slowly, looking… no, glaring at the trembling girl in front of us. Hair matted, face blotched, reeking of fear and dried coffee. What the actual fuck? She was… it?“No,” I growled, stepping back as if the word alone might undo what just happened. “No way this…this person is our mate!”“She's not even —” Hayes started. “Not even strong,” Asher cut in, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “She doesn't even feel like a wolf!”She looked so tartared for my liking and some scars were visible. “Why didn't she heal?” I thought. And if she couldn't, then someone must have done it to her since she couldn't possibly do it to herself, right? Then if she wasn't the one who burned herself
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