Kiara furrowed her brow when he said home. Of course, she had a home, but she didn’t think he did, so where exactly did he think he was taking her? When she felt the cloak cover her, she was grateful, but still confused. It was only when he picked her up and started running towards her own pack that she understood. As they picked up speed, she found herself burrowing her hands in his fur just to hold on.

It was strange, to her, that this wasn’t the slightest bit weird. In her experience, interacting with a shifter when you were not in the same forms was just awkward and led to complicated thinking. It was as if the wolf and the human were two separate entities to her. However, this was different. As she wrapped her fingers in his fur, she felt something different. A sense of peace almost. This in itself caused that distressed feeling to come back. [i]Mate. He’s my mate.[/i] Perhaps that’s why she felt this way, and as soon as it was fixed, she wouldn’t anymore.

Soon, they were back to the mansion, the guards letting them pass because she was with him. Kiara didn’t have much longer to dwell on her peaceful feeling because as soon as they were outside the house, he skidded to a stop. In front of them, were two large wolves obviously intent on fighting. Dakeyras probably had no idea who they were, but she did. She knew and that peaceful feeling shifted to one of dread. She whispered, so quietly that only he would be able to hear her, “No… This can’t be happening…”