Aidan felt the soft brush of her lips and dared at last to calm himself down. Never in six centuries had he felt this way, and at the moment, all he felt was fear, a deep, visceral fear because he, the lycan, would have never forgiven being forced to feel this way for six centuries, so it was very likely that his wolf wouldn’t forgive him either.

“Who do I have to meet?”

Rhiannon stepped out of the circle of his arms and watched him frown with concern.

“Relax, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just here. See?

She backed off a little and stayed on her knees in front of him. Aidan could see the she-wolf’s spirit glowing on her skin. Rhiannon’s body leaned forward, resting her hands on the ground, her eyes flashed with a frosty white and Raksha began to slowly emerge and materialize. Aidan stepped back, sitting on the ground, watching in wonder as that beautiful white she-wolf emerged from his mate’s small body.

“Aidan, this is Raksha.”

The Alpha did not move, impressed.

“She’s beautiful,” he