Chapter 95- One Last Mate

Sahiyra POV

That thread of fate tugged again in my chest, sharper now, like it wanted to pull me right through the iron bars. My mates bristled around me, Greyson’s growl rumbling, Syrik’s hiss sharp, the wolves stiff with unease, but I didn’t flinch.

I turned to them. “We need to talk.”

Greyson ...