My nerves and confusion rachet up, and I want to yell at him, to scream for him to run. There’s no possible way he can fight all ten of those guys and win, especially looking like he’s going to fall over with a flick of a finger.
I try to ask the man what he’s talking about, but my words come out jumbled and soft.
“It’s pathetic, really. He didn’t tell you what he is and what you are to him,” the man states, rolling his eyes. “I’ll enlighten you. For certain people in the West, there are groups of people who believe in and can sense their mates.”
I shake my head, looking back in the direction where Ethan stands. This guy is crazy. There’s no such thing as soulmates.
My face is jerked back to his, and I whimper as pain pricks the skin he grabs.
“I wasn’t done. A Lycan’s soulmate i
