Sloane
‘Should we wait for back up, Sloane?’ Scarlet asks as I track the scent of the pack who attacked us back to their pack.
‘I dare anyone to come at me and Aisling in the mood we’re in. My mate … my mate is fighting for his life. I swear to the goddess, Scarlet, if he dies …’
‘Benedict is strong, Sloane. You know that. He wouldn’t be mated to you if he wasn’t.’
He is strong and his heart was beating when I left. We haven’t even marked each other and I don’t know how I will live if something happens to him. I know I don’t want to. I also know that now, it doesn’t matter how long it takes us to figure things out, I want his mark on my neck and my mark on his. The rest is logistics. Benedict is mine. I am his. If I’d been marked, maybe …
‘You can’t think like that, Sloane. Kaelin obv
