94. Ayr

Some people pray for a guardian angel to save them in a time of crisis. I did not realise I should have been praying for a leather-bound, sinful looking spitfire.

I didn’t catch half the words she said. I was just too shocked to see her, insane outfit, wild hair, and blazing silver eyes aside.

For half a second, I assumed it was a cruel hallucination. My wolf or dreams must be taking a final sick twist into taunting me in real life. A version of Cass I might have known if I hadn’t been a fool. Too proud to admit I missed her too much to endure the agreement.

But then somehow the torch went over the side of the river. Out of everything she babbled, the only bit that made any sense was “please say I’m not too late! I’ll do anything to put this right.”

Maybe I am selfish. Greedy for her love when I don’t deserve it, but my wolf and I spoke in desperate union. I only want her mark. Nothing else will do. I've been one for speeches and grand promises over our strange relationship, but now