"Our mate, we found our mate."
Marsha responded through Seraphine, her voice a wild, exultant cry that echoed through every fiber of her being.
Excitement filled her heart as understanding settled in, a warmth spreading from her chest to the tips of her fingers and toes.
The mate bond was so strong and she wondered how anyone could reject their mate. It was incomprehensible. Impossible. Like trying to deny the sun its warmth or the moon its pull on the tides.
Love was soft, settling in the heart like morning mist. But the mate bond was wild, possessing every inch of her body. It was a blend of obsession, desire, attraction, and everything else blended together, a storm that raged through her veins and left her breathless.
She ignored the voices of other she-wolves recognizing their mates and removed her blindfold.
