Then she grows serious again.
“Rand?”
“Hmm?”
“What happens now?”
My Wolf immediately sits up.
Now.
Now comes the hardest part.
I lace our fingers together.
“What I'm about to tell you will probably sound even crazier than me shifting into a Wolf.”
She laughs once.
“I honestly don't know if that's possible.”
I take a steadying breath.
“You see, there are legends about us.About Wolf mates.And when Wolves like me find theirfated mate...”
I look into her eyes.
“Fated mate?”
I nod.
“A fated mate is the one person, the one soul, in all the worlds and universes put together—created specifically for one person.And you’re mine.”
“What?What does that mean?”
“It means there is no one else I will ever want, or need, or love.”
She studies me.
“So you, like, want to date me exclusively?And you’re saying you won’t cheat?”
“It’s more than that.More than choosing not to cheat with someone else.”
I shake my head.
“Because for me, Honey, thereisno one else.Just you.”
My thumb brushes across her knuckles.
“But that’s so fast?—”
“Ever hear of love at first sight?For a Wolf it’s more like first sniff.And the second I scented you I knew—my heart knew—and my Wolf heart recognized yours before my mind had time to catch up.”
She doesn't interrupt.
“So when I tell you, you're beautiful...”
I lift our joined hands.
