“Are you my mate?” I demand, even though I already know the answer. The evidence is pretty conclusive.
Tristan swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat beneath his strong jaw with its trimmed beard. “It seems that way.”
It seems that way? He could hardly sound less enthusiastic about the idea, and now along with being confused and overwhelmed, I’m offended too.
His hand slips from mine, and the whole room instantly feels colder, but he has only pulled away so he can put his hands to his head as he squeezes his eyes tightly shut. When he opens them again a moment later, the vibrant blue of his eyes is gone. In its place is a set of yellow-orange eyes that look over at me like they want to completely devour me, in one way or another.
“You are beautiful.” The voice that comes from Tristan’s mouth is different too, deep and guttural. “You are special, and perfect. You are mine.”
The words, their tone, and the way he stares at me send a rush of heat through me that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I have felt flashes of desire in the past, of course. My body works the same as anyone else's, I just always pushed it down because I knew nothing could come of it.
How could I meet my mate four hundred years in the past?
I'm here to save the last wolf prince. His death was the turning point in the future of all werewolves, and I've been sent back to stop it from happening.
No one ever mentioned the prince's cousin.
Is it selfish to fall in love when the world is falling apart? Can we save the prince and find our own happiness too?
Only time will tell.