NATHAN'S POV
I sat in the hallway with my hands pressed against my face. The air felt too cold, like it was seeking to freeze me up. I couldn't stop shaking. Every time I blinked, all I could see was Derrick's face… pale… bloody… weak.
He said he loved me. He actually said it. The look in his eyes when he thought he was going to die without saying it to me was devastating.
I never thought a day like this would come, where he would tell me that he loved me. I never knew he would be able to possess these feelings for me. It felt good knowing I wasn't the only one who felt this way.
Yes, no matter how much I tried to fight it or how badly he treated me, I couldn't stop thinking of it. He told me he loved me, and my wolf reacted to him, calling him my mate.
Was Derrick really my mate?
Did he feel that I was his mate? How long has he known he loved me?
What is going to happen to us now?
