Berserker
Her hands flew to her mouth and the whisky tumbler fell to the thick Persian rug at her feet.
Brodi reached toward her slowly with one hand and pulled it from her mouth. Her fingers were like ice in his palm. "Don't panic, Liv, but it's you. You are my mate."
He continued to caress her knuckles and he felt a fine tremor start in her hand. "No, it's not possible." Her words were barely audible, but he heard the terror in her voice clearly.
"Yes, it is. Honestly, neither Kelda nor myself have ever heard of a fated mate being a human, but there is no doubt. I feel you – here," he told her, thumping his fist against his chest over his heart.