An unknown mix of scents invaded Elwin’s nose. Pain lanced through his side reminding him of his latest attempt at defending his people. He forced his weary eyes open because of her undeniable presence. The elf he found himself drawn to time and again.

She lay curled up next to him, defenseless, but peaceful. Her light brown hair fell across her face.

Why do I feel like I know you? Who are you?

He must have verbalized his thoughts since the woman lifted her arm to brush her hair from her eyes, then gently brushed his fur. Elwin flinched at the contact yet found himself relaxing into her touch.

Vanima!

Elwin cried out in frustration and the shame that washed over him. How could I forget about my mate?

Despite his injury, Elwin forced...

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