My task is set before me, girl

My mission clear and true.

There'll be black knights and dragons, girl

But I will always come for you.

―Emme Rollins

Mikhail stretched in his bed, seeking the warm feminine form of his mate.

Mate. He had mated Piper. The thought of it made him grin, even half-awake.

"Little dove?" He rolled onto his back, opening his eyes. But she wasn't there. His bed was empty except for him. He sat up and let ...