Raven
“Sadie that’s not–”
“Absolutely not–”
Marcus and I spoke at the same time. We both closed our mouths just as quickly and breathed in harsh breaths, as though we were mirror images of each other. Our eyes met, and we each had the same impatient, wide eyes.
The amber in his eyes blazed like wildfire. Most would cower under their scrutiny. I wasn’t afraid, though.
I started right back.
“Sadie,” he began again, still looking at me as he spoke his daughter’s name. Finally, he dragged his eyes to the girl, kneeling to hold her little hand. “I have to find my fated mate sweetie, it can’t just be anyone you like.”
“Why?” she asked, c*****g her head to the side.
“Because it’s what my wolf needs,” he explained.
“Why?”
“That’s just the way wolves are. Y
