— My name is Tair, — I slowly reached out my hand. The she-wolf cowered in the corner. She was afraid.
— Where am I? — she asked quietly.
— Now you’re safe.
— I don’t think so. She stared at me, terrified. There was only fear in her eyes. Exhausted and drained of strength. She didn’t feel a wolf in me and didn’t feel a mate. She wanted to run, but I won’t let her. I won’t be able to let go.