(Mintaka)
The moment I gain consciousness after the attack from Chittering, the bond settles in my chest like a burning bonfire.
My mind goes crazy seeing that she is not a human but a Fae. Her beauty is beyond the scope of words my limited vocabulary carries. The silverish-gold moon seems to have bled into her long silken strands.
And those eyes, I have never seen such stunning eyes. The arresting green of them is utterly captivating.
I have been mated before, so I know the feeling, but this is so raw and intense that the entire time she fights and defends us, I can't even breathe properly.
My wolf surfaces and howls woundedly in my head. "Mate."
He is scared, scared of losing another mate. He hasn't even healed from the previous loss and then Amaia faints.
Her heartbeat is a slow hum, her scent like freshly baked pretzels. I want to hold her in my arms and never let go.
