Chapter 8

As if seeing two grown men eating out of bowls on the floor was a normal thing. Glancing at my cell mate I realized that was actually a high possibility.

As the days and weeks moved on I saw glimpse of the girl and grew to hate her more with every passing second almost as much as I hated Claire.

So when I looked into her eyes that night and heard my wolf howling that one damming word fury clouded my thoughts.

Why would the fates give me such a horrible person for a mate? Why would they give me some one who had no heart?

But then I saw my beautiful little mate was just like me. A prisoner who had been abused all her life. Trained to be a killer when I knew the look in her eyes said she wasn't one at heart. I ached to have her in my arms again. To feel her lips against mine. To be able to get to know her without the sense of danger pressing close.