Ivan
It didn't feel like a memory. Everything felt too solid for it to be something that wasn't a hundred percent real. All my senses were heightened in the way a werewolf knew and relished; goddess, I'd missed it. Yet, somehow it felt even more in-depth as I relived whatever the magic decided it wanted to see. It wanted to know the moment I'd first met Nefera for whatever reason.
"You have to get over this!" Taylor barked, hitting the door so hard I feared she'd dented it.
"If you break my door, I'll make you pay for it," I snapped, so fed up with this conversation. "I already told you it's nothing."
"Ivan!" She nearly yelled in my ear, and I was three seconds away from throwing her out and driving away. We'd already argued about this for half an hour, and I longed for two hours ago when we'd fought about her spending my money. "How do you expect to find your mate when you're pining for an imaginary one?"
