She smiled. “Yes, Victoria just mentioned that.”
He blinked. Of course she did. Why was he acting so odd in response to this woman?
Victoria must have sensed something. Her nostrils flared and eyes narrowed before she turned and strode out of the room. She closed the door with more force than necessary.
Grayson swallowed. He didn’t have time to deal with Victoria. The situation with the pack matter was more important.
Aurora sat. When he inhaled her scent, a powerful blast of pheromones almost knocked him out of his chair.
His wolf froze inside and then turned absolutely manic.Mate. Mate. Mate!
While Grayson’s heart thundered and fireworks blasted through his skull, he struggled to regain his composure.
Could she be his mate?
Yes, his wolf insisted.Can’t you sense it?
Grayson stared into Aurora’s large eyes, which gazed back at him with a curious expression. Blood simmered in his veins as it rushed through his body. His skin felt tight and hot.
Yes, Grayson agreed with his wolf.She’s the one.
Only one problem—she was here to mediate between the packs, not to be courted by Grayson.
Besides, she was a witch. She lived in another state. Witches and wolves didn’t often mix, and for good reason—they were too different.
“Grayson?” Aurora stared at him.
He blinked. “What?” He must have spent the last several seconds gaping at her.
“Is there a problem?” she asked.
Indeed there was. The mediator he’d requested had arrived to help calm tensions between the packs was his mate. How would he be able to work with her to prevent war between the packs when his body felt near combustible with the impulse to get closer to her?
He’d just have to ignore whatever urges he felt toward her. The fate of the pack depended on a peaceful resolution.
Chapter 2
Aurora
Why did the wolf who had invited her up to the mountains have to look like that? How was she supposed to ignore anyone who looked the way he did, all hulking and muscular and downright striking? His imposing presence was softened by the warmth in his smile.
But when she sat across from him, his expression turned absolutely mortified, maybe even frightened.
“What do you mean by a problem?” Grayson asked.
“Yes. The way you’re staring at me makes me think that something’s wrong,” she replied.
“Oh.” He broke eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck. When he returned his gaze to her, his expression appeared neutral. “No, nothing’s wrong.”
Something about the catch in his voice made her examine him more closely. Was he being truthful?
But what reason did he have to lie?
Another explanation came to mind. Was it because she was a witch? After all, the welcome she’d had from that wolf shifter Victoria was frostier than the ice dam outside Grayson’s window. The view itself was spectacular with a grand view of the ski mountain.
“Great view,” she pointed out.
He followed her gaze out the window. “It helps me ensure that operations are running smoothly.”
