Bound by the Soul: He is not my Mate
The room was filled with his scent, and I was panicking so badly that I didn’t even realize he was around.
He looked at me as if he were peering into the depths of my soul. Common sense screamed at me to run for my life, but my entire body remained paralyzed under his piercing gaze.
“You. What are you?” He asked, still looking at me intently.
I couldn’t discern his expression, but I responded confidently, “I’m a werewolf, duh.”
He didn’t seem to appreciate my sarcasm and advanced a step, causing me to instinctively move backward. Since when did I back away from someone?!