Saoirse
Arrow
Returning home after battling wildfires, I never expected to scent my fated mate. And a rare Fae at that. One whiff of her scent, one look into her eyes, one touch of her body, and I’m overwhelmed by the urge to mark her. Claim her as mine. It shouldn’t happen when she doesn’t know I’m a wolf shifter, but my teeth sink into her pretty neck with ease. We are now joined in the way of wolf shifters, but what does that mean for a Fae?
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