115 The Missing She-Wolf

Michael was a complex man—my lover, full of passion and raw emotion one moment, and the next, he seemed like an ancient being, wise and distant, as if he had seen and experienced far more than I could ever imagine. He carried an aura of authority, a divine presence that made it hard to forget who he was. But there was also a tenderness in him, a fierce protectiveness that reassured me even as it overwhelmed me.

"I won't let anyone hurt you—no one in the past or future. No one can take you away from me," Michael declared in a deep, resonant voice. It wasn’t just a statement; it felt like a solemn vow, an oath bound by something far stronger than mere words.

Long before I fully accepted our relationship, Michael had already made his choice. He chose me with absolute certainty while I was still wrestling with my doubts, uncertain about accepting him as my mate. When Robert had come after me, it was Michael who saved my life, proving his devotion in the most direct way possible.

And now,