The Alpha's Viking Mate
I always wanted to see one, so I looked around and realized my people have been living too long the way we have.
My eyes fall on the mirror, and I go to look in it. It’s much clearer than what Mom has. I can clearly see the blue mark on my neck, looking exactly like Jacob’s. I can’t stop looking at it, and I eventually raise my hand and touch it, feeling something stir in my mind.
‘Hello Freya, my name is Winter. And I am your wolf.’ A soft but powerful voice says in my head. My wolf, this is so crazy, I think to myself.
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