Chapter Two

Brandon caught her in his arms. Her blood coated his tongue. The taste of her was amazing. He’d never had anything so good in his mouth. The need to claim her rose within him, as tasting her blood was not enough.

“What have you done?” Layla asked, screaming at him. Lewis held her back.

I’ve found her. I’ve found our mate. His wolf purred in agreement. From a young age, Brandon had always talked to his wolf and felt a connection with that side of him.

“She’s human, Brandon,” Darcy said. Staring down into Elle Smith’s face, Brandon understood the feelings he’d had when he first met her at sixteen. His wolf had waited until she was of the right age before claiming. Their laws were sacred, and no one claimed a mate younger than twenty-one. Brandon did a quick calculation and knew she’d turned twenty-one this year. He frowned. Most of the pack celebrated everyone’s birthday, but he couldn’t recall Elle’s birthday coming up.