Chapter 22

Wyatt

I didn’t know what had actually caused the mounting pit of anxiety that countered my excitement to finally fully bond with my mate despite my previous hang-ups. Until she made me speak it, all the rest I could rationalize but even The Beast was weary of the dream. We knew sinister things lay beneath those dark waters, the unending depths of them unknown. Only we could navigate them int he beast’s form. Something about Bri seemed so close to the power that pulsed in the secluded pocket of Bayou where no human man had ever tread. It repelled them but attracted the likes of dark practitioners and troublesome entities that remained on this plane. Those who sensed power and would strive to use it or to foolishly set it free. That I could never allow to happen. I was it’s lone Warden.

I dreamed of a green-eyed wolf her features blurred, yet I knew her, my mate. When we woke in the afternoon I gave Bri a languid kiss, her canines were slightly longer, and sharper, and I relished seeing