The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
"Riel, you're dying. I can feel it. Whatever magic you've been using, it's eating you from the inside out."
For a moment—just a moment—I saw the boy I'd grown up with. "I don't want your help," he said, tears streaming down his face. "I want you. All of you. Forever."
"That's not love," I said gently. "That's possession."
"I don't care what you call it!" He wrenched his arm free, stumbling backward. "You're mine, Yara! You've always been mine! And if I can't have you—"