Warren

I come awake with the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg flooding my nose. My mind is struggling to remember where I am and what happened, and then, all of a sudden, it comes flooding back. I met her, my mate. Yara.

I jolt, ready to sit up quickly to make sure she’s still here, but Arric holds me steady.

‘Easy, Warren. You’ll wake her up,’ he says, practically purring in my mind.

I open my eyes and see her with her head on the edge of my bed, fast asleep. Whether it is Arric or just my ...