- Michael- she said to the blond man who stood naked in front of her, despite the low temperatures of the forest.

- Nagy, don't go back to him, please, darling, we can't bear to see you with another man, it's tearing us apart - Michael approached her, step by step, pleading.

His wolf had already done his part, now it was his turn.

- What is your wolf's name? - she asked, ignoring the pleas of her mate.

She still had much to think about.

- Amath, he's called Amath.

- It is because of all the mistreatment he has received since he was practically a young wolf cub when we were captured.

- His worst scars, which never healed, were from when we escaped from Elizabeth centuries later- Michael explained.

- I can tell you everything, Nagy, why my obsession, why I rejected you so much in the beginning.

- Why I didn't want a mate, why the only thing that kept me alive was the hunt for Elizabeth, but now, that's not even the first thing for me, for us.

- You come first and I will spend the rest o