Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate
“That’s what the white creature is. A Gravok. They herd Ferals. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”
I gave a watery laugh. “It was a dream, Xan. You can’t fight dreams.”
“I hate that it touched you at all,” he growled, brushing damp hair from my face. “I hate anything that scares you.”
I closed my eyes and reached inside myself. Wolf? You there?
Nothing. Not even an echo.
Figures, I thought. Just trauma.
Xander suddenly pulled back, clapped his hands once, and flashed that wicked grin that always melted my defenses.