Ashers confession (3)

"Leon?, how...how did you know I needed help?," She asked doe-eyed and puzzled, she couldn't recollect calling for help, realizing what it was, her heat patterns flared, as if they blushing all over while turning her gaze from Leon as she muttered softly

"The Lycan mark," She had heard myths about Lycan mates able to sense each other's emotions through the Lycan mark, however it seemed it wasn't a myth but a fact, still, she knitted her brows in the thought

"Why can't I feel your emotions like you feel mine?," She questioned Leon

"You aren't a lycan like me little kitty, nonetheless you should be able to feel it if something ever happened to me," He replied calmly fighting back his burning rage toward asher who had frightened his mate for being rejected.

"Fucking virgin," He thought with a scowl expression on his face, knowing how much Evelyn cared about the witch, he had to refrain from a much harsher punishment, for now, a plunge through the thigh should suffice.

"Where is asher?"