The Bond

More nervous laughter broke free. “This is insane. I can barely feel my wolf, and you tell me that I can somehow heal you?”

He shook his head. “You don't need to sense your wolf. All you have to do is sense something else.”

I threw my hands up in frustration. “Like what?”

He locked his eyes on mine. “Mate bond.”

My breath hitched, and I stumbled back, my eyes widening.

“I believe that you might be my mate, Asena.” A faint smile curved his lips.

“But that's... impossible,” I breathed out.

“Why would it be impossible? You can't deny that there's a connection between us,” he insisted.

I sucked in a breath that went nowhere. “I can't be your mate.” I shook my head, staring into his dark eyes. “Your witch must have made a mistake.”

He inched closer. “Melantha was never wrong. She was a seer, although her visions were sometimes nothing but an unclear mass of symbols and blurry images.” He smiled wryly and sat on the edge of the bed. “When Alpha Khaos defeated me and my warriors, he