Page 32 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
He was so real standing there looking at me like he was staring straight into my soul. I wanted to reach out and touch him.
The scene flipped to him sleeping here on a bale of hay, blocking the exit. It was no wonder Clementine hadn’t made it back to me.
Next came a fight. A tear ran down my cheek as he yelled, “She’s mine!” Then he shifted and he continued to fight in his wolf form. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. I was transfixed by his image.
A tear trickled down my cheek as I heard his ribs crack and watched as they carried him away.
“No, come back,” I whispered.
The scene abruptly changed once more.
And there he was standing outside in the fresh air. He took a deep breath, and it made me physically shiver as I watched.
“What’s happening? Who is this, Clementine? I don’t understand what I’m looking at.”
Mate,I heard deep in the back of my mind.
“Mate,” the vision of the man said, and it felt as if he spoke straight into my soul.
The whole world moved beneath my feet, but I held on to the connection.
“Who is he? Show me,” I demanded.
The horse obeyed and a new scene played.
“Don’t laugh. She’s my mate. I know it’s weird because she’s a horse, but she’s mine. I know her scent as clearly as my own,” the man said as goosebumps pricked my skin.
I leaned in and sniffed Clementine.
“That’s not your scent, it’s mine.”
“Exactly,” the horse told me.
I looked up into her eyes.
“My mate? That can’t be.”
“Well he’s not mine,” she assured me. “Horse don’t do that sort of thing.”
“My mate. He’s right here in Collier? What am I going to do?”
She flashed the vision back to me one final time.
“She’s mine,” I heard him say as clearly as if he were standing before me.
Mine,my wolf confirmed.
I stumbled backwards and sat down hard on the bale I’d just witnessed him sleeping on. My powers left the horse and retreated back into me. I shivered at the sensation.
“I’m sorry I put you through all that,” I told the horse. “But thank you.”
Mate? What the hell was I supposed to do now?
I hadn’t officially met him yet. Our bond was still hypothetical at most. And he apparently thought he was mated to a damn horse. My heart felt that betrayal as if it were real.
No, no, no, this cannot be happening.
I could still leave. Run far from here and never look back. Our wolves had not crossed paths. There was still time to get away and forget all about this.
