A temporary separation

Eleanor stepped back, getting away from the collapsed bricks. Thomas did not let go of Sophia’s arm. Ethan burst through the dust, his face contorted with anger, his fangs extended. His eyes zeroed in on Thomas’s hand gripping Sophia’s arm. “Get your hands off my mate,” he snarled, stepping forward. Eleanor’s eyes widened. Ethan’s entrance had shocked her, but his words shocked her even more. Did he refer to Sophia as his mate? Were they fated to each other? Her mind took her back to the night they’d had dinner together at the restaurant after Henry and Ethan arrived at Blackstorm. Ethan had rushed out of the restaurant after seeing Sophia, and the latter had gone after him. But when Eleanor asked about it, Sophia made up a story about Ethan mistaking her for someone else. That must have been when they recognised each other as mates. Thomas’s eyes narrowed at Ethan. He made no move to release Sophia’s arm. “Darkfall’s Beta. what are you doing here, interfering with another pack’s matte