Callius lifted his mate in his arms. She was lighter than he expected for a Werewolf. And so very beautiful. He’d never seen anything as hypnotizing as the silver in her eyes and the gold in her hair. She was precious as any horde of treasure he’d ever seen, more so. It sent a rush of fierce pride through Callius’ veins.
Es meus.
He wanted to shout it across the universe. Five hundred years he waited to find her. His one true mate. She who was worthy of his diamond rose. Five centuries of imagining, picturing her. And yet she superseded all expectation.
She was breathtaking. Beautiful, smart, honest and fierce as only a Wolf could be. Everything he ever wanted and so much more. His arms tightened for a minute as he opened the front door to her home.