CHAPTER TWELVE
The headlights cut through the night and fall right on me. I can’t believe it. There is Lance, in a leather jacket on his sleek, black motorcycle.
His hair rustles with the wind, his eyes locked on mine. It’s difficult to believe he can see me from this far away, but I know in my soul that he’d know where I am regardless.
His is my mate. I have no doubt about that now. He’s my mate and I will do anything to be with him. I’ll leave the whole pack behind if I have to.
I have to. That’s become all too clear. He’s here now and he’ll be killed if he doesn’t leave soon. I’m not letting him leave without me. Never again. No matter what happens after this, we’re together until the end.
He turns his motorcycle off to avoid attracting suspicion. The darkness hides him, but I can feel where he is and my heart soars.