Font Size:
Wade on the other hand, urged caution to his wolf. They knew nothing about her, other than her claim to be Rafe’s half-sister and part witch, but his wolf would have none of it.
Wade wrestled internally with his beast. They couldn’t mark or claim a mate.
It wasn’t in their cards.
He knew it.
Deep down, his wolf knew it, even if he failed to admit it.
His path, his destiny, was not his own.
It had never been.
He couldn’t…wouldn’t subject a mate to the hell he had spent centuries dealing with and an eternity to look forward to.
