Amelia’s POV

My wolf’s voice was bold—a little smug.

What, you don’t like that I interrupted your moment with our mate?

Her words startled me so much I accidentally nipped Ryder’s lip.

Ryder pulled back just enough to search my face. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

“I—my wolf,” I whispered. “She’s talking to me.”

He didn’t panic. He slid his hand down my arm and laced our fingers. “Come on. Let’s get some air.”

He guided me down the stone steps and across the garden, ...