She lies limp in my arms as I carry her back toward the innermost part of the territory. What I have done hangs heavily over me, as if it’s a death sentence.

Before recently, I had not dared to lay a hand on anyone since the Bloody Frost disappeared. My past isn’t one for the faint of heart and I fear that I may have scared her off before we have even begun. But she had to know.

This just wasn’t how I wanted her to find out.

No one wants to tell their mate that they are a cold-blooded ...