The thoughts in his head swirled in an incoherent jumble. There was something he was supposed to be doing. What was it? Why couldn't he remember? There was some reason he had left Canada and come back to Alaska, but he couldn’t recall why. Maybe he was on his way back to Russia. Home. But he hated Siberia. That was where she had left him. His mate. Snarling, Gleb rolled in the snow, saturating his fur. The cold helped. It focused him a little. But the ghost of Katya would not stop haunting him. His beautiful, treacherous mate. How tenderly he had wooed her. In the brief five years they had together, he had been careful never to allow his animal out of the cage. Not too much. He’d believed she had come to grips with being mated to a shifter. But she never had. Two years after giving birth to his young, his beautiful Katya had walked off a cliff into Taui Bay. She had screamed at him that morning, claimed she was cursed because she had lain with an animal.
