There was a sense of freedom, like the chains and shackles of Grandshope Parrish had released Dahlia from their restraint. She was free. Carter had released her from all the misery and pain this place had dished out to her. He made his claim on her, and she understood what he meant when he said she was his mate.
Dahlia had heard the rumours surrounding the wolf clans and their traditions. She had been fascinated by the tales she had heard as a child. Dahlia knew that when a wolf claimed someone as their mate, they were bonded forever in love. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the realization. She was on her way to a new life, a better one.
She enthusiastically leapt from the ground and onto the Andalusian stallion's back. When she raised her head, her brown tresses whipped around her face in the icy winds. Her emerald orbs sparkled with a renewed sense of purpose.
"I am ready," she said to Carter.
