Mate.
His eyes widen as they meet mine, and I take an involuntary step forward only to be stopped by Samara.
My tiger begins to let out a growl at her, how dare she keep us from our mate?
I look back at him, and he gives a subtle shake of his head.
I swallow my anger, confusion flowing through me.
“Meredith, are you okay?” Samara asks, her hand moving to my shoulder.
I shake my head; my tiger is just as confused as I am.
Why has our mate not stepped forward to claim us? Why is he standing on that side of the table with a bunch of humans?
“I don’t know,” I respond, searching my mate’s eyes for some sort of explanation.