Osiris stopped midway. His wolf was trying to jump on the girl, but then, he sensed something weird. No wof. His wolf knew it was her because she could sense her, but he started to whimper when he would have no wolf to share a life with.
"No…" Osiris said. "It can't be."
Eislyn frowned. She couldn't feel the bond, of course, not like Osiris could. But she could sense the attraction and, as much as she could not shift, her sense of smell was much more accurate than human's. It was the first time she was so close to him.
Lycans would find their mates when they were twenty-one years old, different from common werewolfs, that were at age eighteen. For a twenty-four years old, she could already feel the pull to him, but not entirely.
"S-sir Osiris." She finally said, bowing down her head and keeping her hands together, in front of her body, arms down.
