"Are you sure you sensed our mate there?" I asked my wolf Mark for the fifteenth time.
'Yes, you moron. I sensed our mate, I smelled her scent. She was right here in front of this door,' he barked angrily.
"Then where did she disappear? She should have waited for us here, shouldn't she?" I became agitated with his constant nagging about this mate.
'She might be in some kind of danger. Otherwise, who would have wanted to run away from their mate?' he reasoned his doubt.
"It's all your imagination nothing else." saying that I blocked him. Though I blocked him I couldn't brush off the uneasiness in my heart. Was it really just his imagination or was he right about our mate?
